My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved . . . The ones who never yawn and say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.