Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.

We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.

Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.