However great a man's fear of life, suicide remains the courageous act, the clear-headed act of a mathematician. The suicide has judged by the laws of chance - so many odds against one that to live will be more miserable than to die. His sense of mathematics is greater than his sense of survival. But think how a sense of survival must clamor to be heard at the last moment, what excuses it must present of a totally unscientific nature.

What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?

Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.

Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

It is a great danger for everyone when what is shocking changes.

Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?

A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance from journalists is that novelists are trying to write the truth and journalists are trying to write fiction.