Because everyone is guilty for everyone else. For all the 'wee ones,' because there are little children and big children. All people are 'wee ones.' And I'll go for all of them, because there must be someone who will go for all of them.

I never have frustrations. The reason is to wit: Of at first I don't succeed, I quit!

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

The perpetration of a crime is accompanied by illness!

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. An unattractive man. I think that my liver hurts.

Beauty will save the world

I think that if one is faced by inevitable destruction -- if a house is falling upon you, for instance -- one must feel a great longing to sit down, close one's eyes and wait, come what may . . .