History is idle gossip about a happening whose truth is lost the instant it has taken place.

Youth is deaf. Youth is careless.

Though old himself$$$ he disliked old men.

Sex is like money; only too much is enough.

Writers may be disreputable$$$ incorrigible$$$ early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone

The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in heaven.

Some succeed because they are destined to$$$ but most succeed because they are determined to.

We sit in the mud$$$ my friend$$$ and reach for the stars.

For the path of comets is the path of poets: they burn without warming$$$ pick without cultivating. They are an explosion$$$ a breaking in.

There can be no peace for us$$$ only misery$$$ and the greatest happiness.