Men were just like sheep, and nothing was easier than for women to set up as shepherds and pen them up in a field.

There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old, they're dead! There aren't any times but new times!

My theory on literature is an author who does not indulge in trashiness-writes about people you could introduce into your own home...he did not care to read a book or go to a play about people he would not care to meet at his own dinner table. I believe we should live by certain standards and ideals.

Arguments only confirm people in their own opinions.

So long as we can lose any happiness, we possess some.

The things that we have and that we think are so solid - they're like smoke, and time is like the sky that the smoke disappears into, nothing is left but the sky, and the sky keeps on being just the same forever.

Men were just like sheep, and nothing was easier than for women to set up as shepherds and pen them up in a field.