Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.

The comic spirit is given to us in order that we may analyze, weigh, and clarify things in us which nettle us, or which we are outgrowing, or trying to reshape

It is very necessary to have markers of beauty left in a world seemingly bent on making the most evil ugliness.

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan.

How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know if you rip the fronts off houses you'd find swine? The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it?

Only it seems to me that once in your life before you die you ought to see a country where they don't talk in English and don't even want to.