How can I know what I think till I see what I say?

It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.

If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.

The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard -it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.

Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.