One day in the afternoon of the world, glum death will come and sit in you, and when you get up to walk, you will be as glum as death, but if you're lucky, this will only make the fun better and the love greater.

Each book can make a life or a fragment of it more beautiful.

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

It is a pity, in my opinion, that no prize exists for the writer who best refrains from adding to the world's bad books.

I see life as one life at one time, so many millions simultaneously, all over the earth.

Every man is correct in asking God why he is stuck with himself, and his rotten luck.

What can a man do to move along in some kind of grace through his days and years?