“Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.”

I believe that the silence of God, the absolute speechlessness of Him is a long, long, and awful thing that the whole world is lost because of.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

Everybody is nothing until you love them.

The biggest of all differences in this world is between the ones that had or have pleasure in love and those that haven’t and hadn’t any pleasure in love, but just watched with sick envy.

All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.

Nothing’s more determined than a cat on a hot tin roof.

The future is called ‘perhaps,’ which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

Just tell the story and go on to the next one. All of us are full of stories the world might want to hear.

Success and failure are equally disastrous.

The helpless can’t help the helpless.

Talent? What is talent but the ability to get away with something?

Life is an unanswered question, but let’s still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.

How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven’t I done time enough, haven’t I served my term? can’t I apply for a-pardon?

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

I believe the way to write a good play is to convince yourself it is easy to do, then go ahead and do it with ease.

We’ve had this date with each other from the beginning.

It’s a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.

All of the important public issues of the day have, at some point.

By the grace of God and with His help, I shall one day be a Liszt in technique and a Mozart in composition

That’ll be the day when I die.

As Cole left school that day with Peter, they stopped beside the bulldog statue. “You two are wrecking our school!” shouted one of the jocks walking by. “

I do not think I could go on living unless I felt that one day I might win the Open Championship at St. Andrews.

I have written a raucous valentine to a poet’s dream and agony.

Prevent your day at morning.