The less a writer discusses his work and himself the better. The master chef slaughters no chickens in the dining room; the doctor writes prescriptions in Latin; the magician hides his hinges, mirrors, and trapdoors with the utmost care.

Notice this rent in my garment; I am at a loss to explain its presence! I am even more puzzled by the existence of the universe.

The inscrutability [of economics] is perhaps not unintentional. It gives endless employment to dialecticians who otherwise might become public charges or, at very worst, swindlers and tricksters.

There are no absolute certainties in this universe. A man must try to whip order into a yelping pack of probabilities, and uniform success is impossible.

I suspect that the word (art) was invented by second-rate intelligences to describe the incomprehensible activities of their betters.

Good music always defeats bad luck

I never worked in an office in my life.