I think, myself, that one's memories represent those moments which, insignificant as they may seem, nevertheless represent the inner self and oneself as most really oneself.

I suppose it is because nearly all children go to school nowadays and have things arranged for them that they seem so forlornly unable to produce their own ideas.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

If we seek to keep the past alive, we end, I think, by distorting it.

People should be interested in books, not their authors.

It's like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.

Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human.