[On golf:] One of the most distressing defects of civilization.

Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!

I can't think why I was cursed with this inordinate desire to write, if the high gods weren't going to give me some more adquate means of expressing myself than that which my present pedestrian prose affords.

The things that one most wants to do are the things that are probably most worth doing.

The world, with all its beauty and adventure, its richness and variety, is darkened by cruelty. Death, if it ends the loveliness, the adventure, ends also that. Death balances the picture.

the ruder lecturers are, and the louder their voices, the more converts they make to their opinions.

The crown of life is neither happiness nor annihilation; it is understanding.