I fear nothing so much as a man who is witty all day long.

"[Long hair] is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket."

Time is a cruel thief to rob us of our former selves. We lose as much to life as we do to death.

The particular human chain we're part of is central to our individual identity.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

If you're afraid to let someone else see your weakness, take heart: Nobody's perfect. Besides, your attempts to hide your flaws don't work as well as you think they do.