Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.

If a story is in you, it has to come out.

By artist I mean of course everyone who has tried to create something which was not here before him, with no other tools and material than the uncommer-ciable ones of the human spirit.

That which is destroying the Church is not the outward groping of those within it nor the inward groping of those without, but the professionals who control it and who have removed the bells from its steeples.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you

I will never lie again.