I struggled in the beginning. I said I was going to write the truth, so help me God. And I thought I was. I found I couldn't. Nobody can write the absolute truth.

Your whole past is like a long sleep which would have been forgotten had there been no memory, but remembrance is there in the blood and the blood is like an ocean in which everything is washed away but that which is new and more substantial even than life - reality.

When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.

One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

A man of good will with a little effort and belief in his own powers can enjoy a deep, tranquil, rich life - provided he go his own way.... To live one's own life is still the best way of life, always was and always will be.

Music is the can-opener of the soul.

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.