Art is not only the desire to tell one's secret; it is the desire to tell it and hide it at the same time.

I've never forgotten for long at a time that living is struggle. I know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for - whether it's a field, or a home, or a country.

Imprisonment of the body is bitter; imprisonment of the mind is worse

Heaven's my destination.

But there comes a time in everybody's life when he must decide whether he'll live among human beings or nota fool among fools or a fool alone.

Those who are silent, self-effacing and attentive become the recipients of confidences.

[Whenever] you get near the human race, there's layers and layers of nonsense.