We do not write as we want, but as we can.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.

You tend to close your eyes to truth, beauty and goodness because they give no scope to your sense of the ridiculous.

Cronshaw stopped for a moment to drink. He had pondered for twenty years the problem whether he loved liquor because it made him talk or whether he loved conversation because it made him thirsty.

Art is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life.

Reserve is an artificial quality that is developed in most of us but as the result of innumerable rebuffs.

It must be that there is something naturally absurd in a sincere emotion, though why there should be I cannot imagine, unless it is that man, the ephemeral inhabitant of an insignificant planet, with all his pain and all his striving is but a jest in an eternal mind.