A lot of people don't realize that depression is an illness. I don't wish it on anyone, but if they would know how it feels, I swear they would think twice before they just shrug it.

Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

All men are liable to error; and most men are, in many points, by passion or interest, under temptation to it.

If you never stop when you wave goodbye you just might find, if you give it time, you will wave hello again...

My specialty is detached malevolence.

For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment.

You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.

If we all worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true is really true, there would be little hope of advance.

Work is the rent you pay for the room you occupy on earth.

You can have anything in this world you want, if you want it badly enough and you're willing to pay the price.

In terms of an identity, an identity reflects an individuality, by definition. And, if there is a quality present, it is recognizable and it can be named. If you can't name it, it means you don't recognize it.

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.

The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew and act anew.

Rich men's houses are seldom beautiful, rarely comfortable, and never original. It is a constant source of surprise to people of moderate means to observe how little a big fortune contributes to Beauty.

Abuse of words has been the great instrument of sophistry and chicanery, of party, faction, and division of society.

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Fear may come true that which one is afraid of.

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.