The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
For the villainy of the world is great, and a man has to run his legs off to keep them from being stolen out fom underneath him.
Your theory is crazy, but it's not crazy enough to be true.
On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London. I Who live in Los Angeles and not in London Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be Still more like Los Angeles.
Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.
There are times when you have to choose between being a human and having good taste.
He who laughs has not yet heard the bad news.
War is like love; it always finds a way.
Why be a man when you can be a success?