Life was a series of messes, and one spent one's time cleaning them up; if one had any heart at all one also gave a part of one's time to cleaning up those of other people.

Taboos on the human heart are more dangerous than any risk we run by using our emotions. Sensation is the life of man; it is his actual energy. To suppress it is to lose creative power!

There is no thermometer for wants!

Marriage! ... Why, it is like living in a thimble with a hippopotamus!

The only creative power I know is that of what might roughly be called 'love'; not of course a sentimental love: a far more impersonal and less individual emotion. I sometimes think that migratory birds may have it for each other. They fly in the same direction, and have never been seen to interfere with each other's flights.

Death deceives relations often, and doctors sometimes, but the patient - never.

A refugee is as helpless as a new born child - but not so appealing! Besides, a new born child has no memories!