A question is a trap and an answer is your foot in it.

All great and precious things are lonely.

A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.

So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.

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.

The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.

When you know a friend is there you do not go to see him. Then he's gone and you blast your conscience to shreds that you did not see him.