In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I just choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to our world.
If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor
people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.
You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with
what you wanted to do anyway.
No one wants advice - only corroboration.
We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we
get it.
Time is the only critic without ambition.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is
to think you control it.
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most
important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he
knows it is not true.
I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of
amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.
