I've had very close relationships with some twentieth-century writers.
As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people.
I always advise people never to give advice.
Always get to the dialogue as soon as possible. I always feel the thing to go for is speed. Nothing puts the reader off more than a big slab of prose at the start.
I always strive, when I can, to spread sweetness and light. There have been several complaints about it.
A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.
Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
I've never really spent a lot of time thinking about my individual accomplishments actually.
Because the truth is, I do love him. I've loved him without ceasing. I've loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore I didn't. I can't help it. I just do.
If I were to make public these tapes, containing blunt and candid remarks on many different subjects, the confidentiality of the office of the president would always be suspect.