Love of learning is a pleasant and universal bond since it deals with what one is and not what one has.

... I want to be one of those people who are always to be found at home, nice restful people whom everybody likes because they give a feeling of permanence to this rushing world.

What I find trying in a country which you do not understand and where you cannot speak, is that you can never be yourself.

Your real progressives are never fair: they are never sufficiently neutral.

It is only the unexpected that ever makes a customs officer think.

The past is our treasure. Its works, whether we know them or not, flourish in our lives with whatever strength they had. From it we draw provision for our journey, the collected wisdom whose harvests are all ours to reap and carry with us, though we may never live again in the fields that grew them.

It is not badness, it is the absence of goodness, which, in Art as in Life, is so depressing.