The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of.

You attract people with the qualities you display. You keep them with the qualities you possess.

Here’s my philosophy on dating. It’s important to have somebody that can make you laugh, somebody you can trust, somebody that, you know, turns you on. And it’s really, really important that these three people don’t know each other.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself, but thinking of yourself less.

To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.