Murder is terribly exhausting.

We do not know how to eliminate evil, but we do know how to feed some of the hungry and heal some of the infirmed.

Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.

Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.

I'd have given ten conversations with Einstein for a first meeting with a pretty chorus girl.

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose a future.