I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate.

Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

Some sorts of truth are truer than others.

But, – and there it is, – we want to live and move, though we have no reason to, because it happens that it is the nature of life to live and move, to want to live and move. If it were not for this, life would be dead. It is because of this life that is in you that you dream of your immortality.