It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time.

Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

The humblest craft that floats makes its appeal to a seaman by the faithfulness of her life.

You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

We owe much to the fruitful meditation of our sages, but a sane view of life is, after all, elaborated mainly in the kitchen.

I was constantly watching myself, my secret self, as dependent on my actions as my own personality