My time I divide as follows: the one half I sleep; the other half I dream. I never dream when I sleep; that would be a shame$$$ because to sleep is the height of genius.
What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.
It is perhaps the misfortune of my life that I am interested in far too much but not decisively in any one thing; all my interests are not subordinated in one but stand on an equal footing.
When somebody persuades me I am wrong$$$ I change my mind.
The game goes round and round$$$ to the rattle of dice and the shuffle of play money.
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
Rocks are space$$$ and space is illusion.
Pretty girls make graves.
He knows that there's no better way in the world to aggravate somebody who's trying to make it hard for you than by acting like you're not bothered.
Ronald Reagan must love the poor; he is making so many of them.