If one is too lazy to think, too vain to do a thing badly, too cowardly to admit it, one will never attain wisdom.

Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present.

Everyone has the right to express an opinion. No one has the right to be listened to.

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.

Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.