This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them.
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.
The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.
Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.
The last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next.
Maybe the only thing worse than having to give gratitude constantly is having to accept it.
The tools I need for my work are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey.
Man will not merely endure; he will prevail.
The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
Our tragedy is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it... the basest of all things is to be afraid.