“Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had”

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.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

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.

You can’t criticize people for wanting to have a decent life or wanting to live decently.

Please criticize me, but how can you accuse me of something like fixing a cricket game after all that the game has given me.

The criticism of religion is, therefore, in embryo, the criticism of that vale of tears of which religion is the halo.

If you mind criticism, I think you can’t protect people’s lives.

We’re fragile, fragmented souls who are very sensitive to criticism.

Most of my critics don’t even listen to me; they are clueless. They just go to Web sites that report what I say out of context.

Critics haven’t taught me my cricket, and they don’t know what my body and mind are up to.

Art is to look at not to criticize.