People marry through a variety of other reasons, and with varying results: but to marry for love is to invite inevitable tragedy.

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.

The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills — and as immortal.

I ask of literature precisely those things of which I feel the lack in my own life.

What am I that I am called upon to have prejudices concerning the universe?

While it is well enough to leave footprints on the sands of time, it is even more important to make sure they point in a commendable direction.

At all events, I do not mean to leave it unaltered.