So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
A sense of fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.
Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people I have ever known.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
All the bright precious things fade so fast...and they don't come back.