In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved.
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.
In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.
If you are in love-that's a good thing-that's about the best thing that can happen to anyone.
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
It is customary for the recipient of this award to offer personal or scholarly comment on the nature and the direction of literature. At this particular time, however, I think it would be well to consider the high duties and the responsibilities of the makers of literature.