Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.

So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

The indefatigable pursuit of an unattainable perfection -even though nothing more than the pounding of an old piano -is what alone gives a meaning to our life on this unavailing star.

The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.

To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

If you want to be thought a liar, always tell the truth