I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time.

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

Don't you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

There's no one thing that's true. It's all true.

A writer is like a gypsy. He owes no allegiance to any government. If he is a good writer he will never like any government he lives under. His hand should be against it and its hand will always be against him.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.