“The free man is not he who defies the rules … but he who, recognizing the compulsions inherent in his being, seeks rather to read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest each day’s experience.”

I do not love in order that I may be loved back again, but for the creative joy of loving. And every time I do so love I am freed, at least a little, by the outgoing of love, from enslavement to that most intolerable of master, myself.

To love is not a passive thing. To love is active voice. When I love I do something, I function, I give.

To be artist, and lover, that is the true goal, the only adequate objective, the divinely destined end for man.

A good education is not so much one which prepares a man to succeed in the world, as one which enables him to sustain a failure.

I am a businessman. This is what I do each and every day. I love it. I love coming to work. I never have a bad day.

Unless you sit down and talk to your dad and say, ‘Why weren’t you there?’ and he says, ‘I’m going to really tell you the truth,’ then you won’t know.

Whenever you save five shillings you put a man out of work for a day.

I’m a cop, and cops talk. They called me the day he did it, but did you ever hear me say anything about it? I played ball, because that’s how I am. I’m true.

Draft day is a hectic day, especially for draftees and, more or less, for management.

I can’t even give my father a proper gift. Every single Father’s Day means so much to me. I’m so close to him. He’s my big brother, but also my father.

Everybody’s talking trash these days, so why not keep quiet?

I’m going to be me at the end of the day. And I think my family appreciates that. They’re happy for me that I’m finding out who I am, and I’m content with that.