If you let the image of the messenger get in the way of whatever message there may be, however large or small, that's your problem, not his.
But what is truth? 'Twas Pilate's question put To Truth itself, that deign'd him no reply.
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I'm saving a lot of things, and I don't know what. I might even start reading books.
The piano is the social instrument par excellence. . . drawing-room furniture, a sign of bourgeois prosperity, the most massive of the devices by which the young are tortured in the name of education and the grown-up in the name of entertainment.
I love characters who are clever and smart, and you have to run to catch up with. I think there's something very appealing and rather heroic in that.
If they love you to death never die on them