The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!
We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
For time is the longest distance between two places.
We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.
Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.
I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.
Time is the longest distance between two places.
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
Success and failure are equally disastrous.
All of us are guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
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