“To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.”

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.

There is a collective as well as an individual humor inclining peoples to sadness or cheerfulness, making them see things in bright or somber lights. In fact, only society can pass a collective opinion on the value of human life; for this the individual is incompetent.

Life is but a collection of habits.

An Army is a collection of armed men obliged to obey one man.

But the universe, as a collection of finite things, presents itself as a kind of island situated in a pure vacuity to which time, regarded as a series of mutually exclusive moments, is nothing and does nothing.

I’ve got a great cigar collection – it’s actually not a collection, because that would imply I wasn’t going to smoke every last one of ’em.

I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.

A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.

I have my little antique car collection, and when the weather is pretty I like to get out one of my old cars.