It is difficult in life to be good, and difficult in art to portray goodness. Perhaps we don't know much about goodness.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.

Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.

Nothing is more beautifully and acceptably self-assertive than good singing.

The very madness of the scheme protects it.

The bereaved cannot communicate with the unbereaved.