Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.

Words are the small change of thought.

I am afraid I shall not find him, but I shall still look for him, for if he exists, he may be appreciative of my efforts.

There is nothing like literature: I lose a cow, I write about her death, and my writing pays me enough to buy another cow.

An egotist always resents meeting another egotist as if he alone had the right to be one.

Art: to nudge truth along a little.

Paradise does not exist, but we must nonetheless strive to be worthy of it.