“So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go.”

You’re going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.

Find that pursuit that will energize you, consume you, become an obsession.

They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation.

We learn the true worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul…

Loving someone has great benefits.

It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone.

Tt continues while we’re still trying to figure out the point of it. And it ends long before we’ve worked out just what to do.

Four decades in which to live long and prosper.

Life is complicated. It wtarts before we’re ready

You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself.

In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way.

It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions.

Men are so simple and yield so readily to the desires of the moment that he who will trick will always find another who will suffer to be tricked.

If I never make another dollar, I am proud. I did what I wanted to do.

Men rise from one ambition to another: first, they seek to secure themselves against attack, and then they attack others.

A girl phoned me the other day and said… ‘Come on over, there’s nobody home.’ I went over. Nobody was home.

The public is not to see where power lies, how it shapes policy, and for what ends. Rather, people are to hate and fear one another.

A creep is someone who claims he’s one thing but he’s actually another.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. I put my hand in some cement and felt another hand.

We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.