Man who is he? Too bad, to be the work of God: Too good for the work of chance!

I wanted to highlight that whole dreadful process in book publishing that 'nothing succeeds like success.'

Often the mass emotions are those which seem the noblest, best and most beautiful. And yet, inside a year, five years, a decade, five decades, people will be asking, "How could you have believed that?" because events will have taken place that will have banished the said mass emotions to the dustbin of history.

Living in a small town anywhere means preserving one's self behind a mask.

That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all your life, but in a new way.

It is terrible to destroy a person's picture of himself in the interests of truth or some other abstraction.

My mother died happily of a stroke in her seventies.