If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.

Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.

There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.