Writing was a chimney for my blazing ambitions.

No form of art repeats or imitates successfully all that can be said by another; the writer conveys his experience of life along a channel of communication closed to painter, mathematician, musician, film-maker.

Very rare, the intelligence of the heart. The intelligence of the whimsical brain is less rare, less attaching, sometimes tedious.

A nation has honor precisely as it has fleas - on this or that body. The statesman who talks of honor - unless he means something else, quite different - is a rogue.

Only one person in a thousand knows the trick of really living in the present.

You can't argue with a raging want. You can, but it is useless.

There is only one world the world pressing against you this minute.