Two weeks before his death, a friend asked him half jokingly if he had discovered any meaning in life. "Yes," he replied, "there is a meaning; at least, for me, there is one thing that matters - to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people."

When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.

No one can achieve Serenity until the glare of passion is past the meridian.

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.

There is no fury like an ex-wife searching for a new lover.

Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learned to walk.

When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.