The difference between a simpleton and an intelligent man, according to the man who is convinced that he is of the latter category, is that the former wholeheartedly accepts all things that he sees and hears while the latter never admits anything except after a most searching scrutiny. He imagines his intelligence to be a sieve of closely woven mesh through which nothing but the finest can pass.

We always question the bonafides of the man who tells us unpleasant facts.

You become writer by writing. It is a yoga.

A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life.

Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.

If someone should ask, "how should an Opposition function?" the best answer would be, "in the manner of a traditional mother-in-law who watches the performance of household work by a daughter-in-law and follows her about with her comments.

Life is about making right things and going on.