A man by his sin may waste himself, which is to waste that which on earth is most like God. This is man’s greatest tragedy and God’s heaviest grief.

Because it was all I wanted to fucking know. It was all I wanted to know in this fucking world: where did the beautiful boys go? Where did the beautiful boys go? Where the hell...

but by the conception of a little thought of idea, a great work would not have existed. When we live in a day without conceiving an idea, we waste the day. A day wasted is...

Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don’t let it spoil you, for it’s wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can’t have the one you want.

An easy life is rarely meaningful and a meaningful life rarely easy.

When the time comes for you to leave this earth, if it doesn’t become a lesser place with your absence, then you have wasted your life.