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

no truth is strong enough to defeat a well-established legend.

The only difficulty is to know what bits to choose and what to leave out. Novel-writing is not creation, it is selection.

we are so little, so ignorant, so feeble an infant race crawling on a planet between immensities we haven't even begun to understand, that really we have no grounds for either congratulation or despair.

We each live in a private, distorted, individual world - stars turning in space, warmed for a moment by each other's light, then lost in infinite distance.

I advise nobody to drown sorrow in cocoa. It is bad for the figure and it does not alleviate the sorrow.

When a person that one loves is in the world and alive and well, and pleased to be in the world, then to miss them is only a new flavor, a salt sharpness in experience. It is when the beloved is unhappy or maimed or troubled that one misses with pain.