“When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.”

There is no justification for present existence other than its expansion into an indefinitely open future.

Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.

To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.

If the feminine issue is so absurd, is because the male’s arrogance made it a discussion.

All oppression creates a state of war. And this is no exception.

Literature took the place in my life that had once been occupied by religion: it absorbed me entirely, and transfigured my life.

A day in which I don’t write leaves a taste of ashes.

The characteristic feature of all ethics is to consider human life as a game that can be won or lost and to teach man the means of winning.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

History took hold of me and never let me go thereafter.

No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.

Sex pleasure in women is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

Man may reproach women for their dissimulation, but his complacency must be great indeed for him to be so constantly duped.

I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.

Every individual concerned to justify his existence feels that his existence involves an undefined need to transcend himself, to engage in freely chosen projects.

When I die, now don’t think that I’m a nut, don’t want no fancy funeral, just one like old King Tut.

If at first you don’t succeed, then skydiving definitely isn’t for you.

Every day we are changing, every day we are dying, and yet we fancy ourselves eternal.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

Procrastination is one of the most common and deadliest of diseases and its toll on success and happiness is heavy.

Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.

Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.

May your cold nights die a warm death.