“At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.”

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

I never blame failure – there are too many complicated situations in life – but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.

Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez faire for others.

It is not merely enough to have the ability to be persistant, you must also have the ability to start over.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.

I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

Now what exists within that small space, that is to be sought, that is to be understood.’ This is the great discovery of the Upanishads, this inner shrine, this guha, or cave of the heart, where the inner meaning of life, of all human existence, is to be found.

The animal has secrets which, unlike the secrets of caves, mountains, seas are specifically addressed to man.

In my man cave, I have tomahawks, throwing knives, and old black-bear furs. There’s skulls, weapons everywhere.

In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.

Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is going to cave in.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.

Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o’er all the Powers of Sound.