When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
Luck is believing you're lucky.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
All of us are guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.
For time is the longest distance between two places.
But I think the spirit of man is a good adversary
We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.
The color, the grace and levitation, the structural pattern in motion, the quick interplay of live beings, suspended like fitful lightning in a cloud, these things are the play, not words on paper, nor thoughts and ideas of an author, those shabby things snatched off basement counters at Gimbel's.
Life is all memory except for the one present moment that goes by so quick you can hardly catch it going.