How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.

It is not man who is the enemy of the human species. It is the irrational; it is the spiritual when it is divorced from the material; from the lesson in one beating heart or one bleeding vein.

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.

Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't know the trick. It's like whistling or singing.