The one thing which seems to me quite impossible is to take into consideration the kind of book one is expected to write; surely one can only write the book that is there to be written. (Letter to Muriel St. Clare Byrne, 8 September 1935)
How fleeting are all human passions compared to the massive continuity of ducks.
As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less, Who goes to bed with whom.
I always have a quotation for everything - it saves original thinking.
Paradoxical as it may seem, to believe in youth is to look backward; to look forward we must believe in age.
A human being must have occupation, of he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world.