No man can be an agnostic who has a sense of humour.

Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.

Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had a bad press. It is negative. It merely means putting up with people, being able to stand things.

Be soft, even if you stand to get squashed.

The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.

Our final experience, like our first, is conjectural. We move between two darkness's.