Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.
My witness is the empty sky.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.
It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
All of life is a foreign country.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Accept loss forever.