A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.

You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.

By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

Writing only leads to more writing.

Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.