It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.

A fallow field is a sin.

Critics are the eunuchs of literature. They stand by in envious awe while the whole man and his partner demonstrate the art of living.

Such is the prestige of the Nobel Award and of this place where I stand that I am impelled, not to speak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession and in the great and good men who have practised it through the ages.

Intention, good or bad, is not enough.

We think of strangers as stronger and better than we are.