Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.

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

Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.

The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.

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.