What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.
Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.
The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.
Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.
All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.
How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?