I not only bow to the inevitable; I am fortified by it.

Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.

Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?

I have inherited this burden of superstition and nonsense. I govern innumerable men but must acknowledge that I am governed by birds and thunderclaps

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.

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

An incinerator is a writer's best friend.