To know one's own limitations is the hallmark of competence.

There is one vast human experience that confronts us so formidably that we cannot pretend to overlook it. There is no solution to death. There is no means whatever whereby you or I, by taking thought, can solve this difficulty in such a manner that it no longer exists.

Birth is beastly - and death - and digestion, if it comes to that. Sometimes when I think of what's happening inside me to a beautiful suprème de sole, with the caviare in boats, and the croûtons and the jolly little twists of potato and all the gadgets - I could cry. But there it is, don't you know.

I have never regretted Paradise Lost since I discovered that it contained no eggs-and-bacon.

Still, it doesn't do to murder people, no matter how offensive they may be.

One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.

Some people's blameless lives are to blame for a good deal.