Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

I've never turned over a fig leaf yet that didn't have a price tag on the other side.

She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own hand.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

He didn't ask "Where will you spend eternity?" as religious the-end-is-near picketers did but rather, "With what, in this modern democracy, will you meet the demands of your soul?