I am enormously wise and abysmally ignorant.

I know you will remember this — that nothing good ever ends. If it did, there would be no people in the world — no life at all, anywhere. And the world is full of people and full of wonderful life.

You must not be unkind, especially when it happens that you're right.

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 can't hate for long. It isn't worth it.

In the most commonplace, tiresome, ridiculous, malicious, coarse, crude, or even crooked people or events I had to seek out rare things, good things, comic things, and I did so.

I became a writer because during several of the most important years of my life, writing seemed to me to be the most unreal, unattractive, and unecessary idea ever imposed upon the human race.