Miserable Orpheus who, turning to lose his Eurydice, beholds her for the first time as well as the last.

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.

We may assume that we keep people waiting symbolically because we do not wish to see them and that our anxiety is due not to being late, but to having to see them at all.

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.

The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.

While thoughts exist, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.

All charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others.

My dad used to say that life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.

Our imagination is bigger than this universe.

What you think of me does not change who I am.

I listen mostly to classical music.

[Our understanding is] not intellectual, but instinctive.

Love, like a sense of humor, is now claimed by everyone even though Love, like a sense of humor, is rather more rare than not, and to most of us poor muddlers unbearable at full strength.

I put things down on sheets of paper and stuff them in my pockets. When I have enough, I have a book.

Certainty is the mother of repose, and therefore the common law aims at certainty.

Loss is the absence of something we were once attached to. Grief is the rope burns left behind, when that which is held is pulled beyond our grasp.

We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life.