I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.

He had come so far from himself that I don'tthink he knew who he was anymore.

I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.

German and Spanish are accessible to foreigners: English is not accessible even to Englishmen.

Those who are born of grief give greatest delight to the outside world.

There is no such thing as happy music.

Beware of adviceeven this.

When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?

I hate writing$$$ I love having written.