What an absurdity to go and bury oneself in South America, where they are always having revolutions.

Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?

What they need is a little immorality in their lives. Then they wouldn't be so busy looking for it in other people's.

I, myself, was always recognized . . . as the “slow one” in the family. It was quite true, and I knew it and accepted it. Writing and spelling were always terribly difficult for me. My letters were without originality. I was . . . an extraordinarily bad speller and have remained so until this day.

One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.

You don't realize what fine fighting material there is in age. ... You show me any one who's lived to over seventy and you show me a fighter - some one who's got the will to live.

Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.