Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall.

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.

It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.

In certain favorable moods, memories -- what one has forgotten -- come to the top. Now if this is so, is it not possible -- I often wonder -- that things we have felt with great intensity have an existence independent of our minds; are in fact still in existence? And if so, will it not be possible, in time, that some device will be invented by which we can tap them?

What a lark! What a plunge!

When the Day of Judgment dawns and people, great and small, come marching in to receive their heavenly rewards, the Almighty will gaze upon the mere bookworms and say to Peter, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them. They have loved reading.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.