For all my desire to be interesting, I have to confess that for most things and people I don't give a damn.

I don't suppose any man has ever understood any woman since the beginning of things. You don't understand our imaginations, how wild our imaginations can be.

Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.

'It is love and reason,' I said, 'fleeing from all this madness of war.'

Life, forever dying to be born afresh, forever young and eager, will presently stand upon this Earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.

Human society is based on want. Life is based on want. Wild-eyed visionaries may dream of a world without need. Cloud-cuckoo-land. It can't be done.

The man who raises a fist has run out of ideas.