Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.

There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example.

The victim of mind-manipulation does not know that he is a victim. To him, the walls of his prison are invisible, and he believes himself to be free.

Happiness is never grand.

Individual insanity is immune to the consequences of collective insanity

The best way to find things out is not to ask questions at all. If you fire off a question, it is like firing off a gun - bang it goes

The critics don't interest me because they're concerned with what's past and done, while I'm concerned with what comes next.