Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

Have friends. It's a second existence.

I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to theorise before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.

If the world were clear, art would not exist.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Life is short ... so why waste it doing something dumb?

The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

Write it like you won’t show it to anyone.

Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.