When I have an idea, I turn down the flame, as if it were a little alcohol stove, as low as it will go. Then it explodes and that is my idea.

Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.

The telephone and visitors are the work destroyers.

My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.

For what are we born if not to aid one another?

You know I don't love any one but you. You shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.

It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.