It's pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.

I am the captain of my destiny, I do not abandon the ship in hard times. But, I do have sense enough not to go down with the ship.

We don't remember days; we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

We are all capable of evil thoughts, but only very rarely of evil deeds: we can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.

But all years are stupid. It’s only when they’re over that they become interesting.

All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.

But here’s the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we’d lose them.

A corpse is what’s left after waking too often.

If all this were true, how easy it would be to understand people.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.