How can there be too many typefaces in the world? Are there too many songs, too many books, too many places to go?
In love, everything is true, everything is false; it is the one subject on which one cannot express an absurdity.
If taking vitamins doesn't keep you healthy enough, try more laughter: The most wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed.
There aren't many benefactors who don't say, like Satan: All these things will I give you if you bow down and worship me.
The great always sell their society to the vanity of the little.
All that I've learned, I've forgotten. The little that I still know, I've guessed.
In living and in seeing other men, the heart must break or become as bronze.
The waves Of the mysterious death-river moaned; The tramp, the shout, the fearful thunder-roar Of red-breathed cannon, and the wailing cry Of myriad victims, filled the air.
What are the odds that two separate writers, strangers, a thousand miles apart, would each invent fictions in which guys take girls to an esoteric frog lecture on their first date? If that isn't synchronicity, it's something equally as weird.
Love is nothing if it is not spontaneous. It cannot be a conclusion of reasoning.
Life is very nice, but it has no shape. The object of art is actually to give it some and to do it by every artifice possible-truer than the truth.