I think most people are more important than their opinions.

We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.

Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.

Chang Tzu tells us of a persevering man who after three laborious years mastered the art of dragon-slaying. For the rest of his days, he had not a single opportunity to test his skills.

When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.

We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !

Time is the tiger that devours me, but I am that tiger.