It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.

I have seldom written a story, long or short, that I did not have to write and rewrite. There are single stories of mine that have taken me ten or twelve years to get written.

Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

The disease we all have and that we have to fight against all our lives is ... the disease of self.

The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed.

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood.