Our memories are card indexes consulted, and then put back in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be read once.

Everything is a dangerous drug except reality, which is unendurable.

It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book.

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

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

The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.