The bicycle is the noblest invention of mankind.

Babies who have not yet been taught to speak any language are the only race of the earth, the race of man: all the rest is pretence, what we call civilization, hatred, fear, desire for strength.

All writers are discontent. That's because they're aware of a potential and believe they're not reaching it.

The child race is fresh, eager, interested, innocent, imaginative, healthy and full of faith, where the adult race, more often than not, is stale, spiritually debauched, unimaginative, unhealthy, and without faith.

Two years ago your father died, Ulysses. But as long as we are alive, as long as we are together, as long as two of us are left, and remember him, nothing in the world can take him from us.

I believe that time, with its infinite understanding, will one day forgive me.

What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace.