It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

Joy always came after pain.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

My biography of Frank Sinatra is not paean to his music but rather an illumination of the man behind the music, who once described himself as 'an 18-karat manic-depressive who lived a life of violent emotional contradictions with an over-acute capacity for sadness as well as happiness.'

Nothing flatters a man as much as the happiness of his wife; he is always proud of himself as the source of it.

True humility is contentment.

Salvation is the state of emancipation from the endurance of pain and subjection to birth and death, and of the life of liberty and happiness in the immensity of God.