Curiosity Is The Beginning Of Wisdom.

He Refused Categorically All Ideas Of Fidelity Or Serious Commitments. He Explained That They Were Arbitrary And Sterile. From Anyone Else Such Views Would Have Shocked Me, But I Knew That In His Case They Did Not Exclude Tenderness And Devotion - Feelings Which Came All The More Easily To Him Since He Was Determined That They Should Be Transient.

A Strange Melancholy Pervades Me To Which I Hesitate To Give The Grave And Beautiful Name Of Sorrow. The Idea Of Sorrow Has Always Appealed To Me But Now I Am Almost Ashamed Of It's Complete Egoism. I Have Known Boredom, Regret, And Occasionally Remorse, But Never Sorrow. Today It Envelops Me Like A Silken Web, Enervating And Soft, And Sets Me Apart From Everybody Else.

Every Little Girl Knows About Love. It Is Only Her Capacity To Suffer Because Of It That Increases.

I've Often Found Myself Preferring Second-rate People To Supposedly Superior People, Simply And Solely Because Of Their Uncontrollable Tendency To Bang Themselves Against The Sides Of Life's Vast Lampshade Like Fireflies Or Moths.

Money May Not Buy Happiness, But I'd Rather Cry In A Jaguar Than On A Bus.