I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.
The spirit of man is an inward flame; a lamp the world blows upon but never puts out.
Anyone who attempts to generate random numbers by deterministic means is, of course, living in a state of sin.
We are all worms, but I do believe that I am a glow-worm.
We princes are set as it were upon stages in the sight and view of the world.
Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect-and I don't live to be-but before you start pointing fingers... make sure your hands are clean!
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment.
Common sense is not so common.
A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.
I'm not a genius. I'm just a tremendous bundle of experience.
Common sense is the most widely shared commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it.
I want to put a ding in the universe.
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.
In the increasingly convincing darkness the words become palpable, like a fruit that is too beautiful to eat.
Only those with no memory insist on their originality.
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
In terms of an identity, an identity reflects an individuality, by definition. And, if there is a quality present, it is recognizable and it can be named. If you can't name it, it means you don't recognize it.
Keep things at arm's length... If you let anything come too near you want to hold on to it. And there is nothing a man can hold on to.
That which costs little is less valued.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
