Life is a tragedy full of joy.

We have two lives, Roy, the life we learn with and the life we live with after that.

He ... blurted, "My goddamn life didn't turn out like I wanted it to." "Whose does?" she said ...

"Reader, I am myself the subject of my book; you would be unreasonable to spend your leisure on so frivolous and so vain a matter."

It's one thing for a man not to know, not to have learned; it's another not to be able to live by what one does know.

No one had written a good long life of Schubert. He had lived long in music and short in life.

They were together now in the vault under the tombstone; their ashes were, with the remains of those of their children who were not buried elsewhere, although all their names were incised on the stone.

Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.

Whatever diverts the mind from itself may help.

There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.