What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then, and he doesn't know how to say what he feels or means, so he cries and runs off a little, trying to find out where to go, for God's sake. Where can you go?

I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn't happiness.

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

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

I'm not the kind of guy to knock at a door and then when the door is opened not go in.

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.