I haven't much opinion of words. They're apt to set fire to a dry tongue, that's what I say.

As far back as I remember, long before I could write, I had played at making stories. But not until I was seven or more, did I begin to pray every night, "O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!"

To drink for pleasure may be a distraction, but to drink from misery is always a danger.

So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.

My first reading of Tolstoy affected me as a revelation from heaven, as the trumpet of the judgment. What he made me feel was notthe desire to imitate, but the conviction that imitation was futile.

The world of the egotist is, inevitably, a narrow world, and the boundaries of self are limited to the close horizon of personality.... But, within this horizon, there is room for many attributes that are excellent.

If broken hearts could kill, the earth would be as dead as the moon.