I love truth, although I shall die hating mere facts, because they are misleading.

There is something in the quality of the French mind to which I have always felt a reluctant kinship. They are the only people I know who can leap into an enormous vocabulary of words and beat them up with the wings of their spirit into a fine hysterical eloquence.

Maybe I shall never achieve happiness, but one thing I have had - the terrible wisdom of love.

I love truth, although I shall die hating mere facts, because they are misleading.

I believe if we can wait long enough that every honorable sorrow will become a kind of joy.

I remember being very smart, which is a form of stupidity. I try not to remember it, but it occurs to me that I may have felt intellectual. I entertained views too noble or too bitter to be true. I must have done some soul-stretching of my mental neck.

sanity, in my opinion, is an achievement. I have seen very few well-balanced people in my life who were not dunces.