In my heart there may be doubt that I deserve the Nobel award over other men of letters whom I hold in respect and reverence, but there is no question of my pleasure and pride in having it for myself.

He had an idea that even when beaten he could steal a little victory by laughing at defeat.

With a few exceptions people don't want money. They want luxury and they want love and they want admiration.

No one wants advice - only corroboration.

In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.

Man has become our greatest hazard, and our only hope.