The Greeks invented logic but were not fooled by it.

The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.

There is need for some kind of make-believe in order to face death unflinchingly. To our real, naked selves there is not a thing on earth or in heaven worth dying for.

Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.

The future belongs to the learners-not the knowers.

To spell out the obvious is often to call it in question.

Practically all writers and artists are aware of their destiny and see themselves as actors in a fateful drama. With me, nothing is momentous: obscure youth, glorious old age, fateful coincidences - nothing really matters. I have written a number of good sentences. I have kept free of delusions. I know I am going to die soon.