“At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.”

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

Never confuse activity with action.

Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

You’re a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.

Intelligence is measured by a person’s ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

No matter how low you go, there’s always an unexplored basement.

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had.

Now what exists within that small space, that is to be sought, that is to be understood.’ This is the great discovery of the Upanishads, this inner shrine, this guha, or cave of the heart, where the inner meaning of life, of all human existence, is to be found.

The animal has secrets which, unlike the secrets of caves, mountains, seas are specifically addressed to man.

In my man cave, I have tomahawks, throwing knives, and old black-bear furs. There’s skulls, weapons everywhere.

In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.

Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is going to cave in.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.

Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o’er all the Powers of Sound.