It is a pity, in my opinion, that no prize exists for the writer who best refrains from adding to the world’s bad books.

What a people talk about means something. What they don’t talk about means something.

One picture is worth a thousand words. Yes, but only if you look at the picture and say or think the thousand words.

I’m not the kind of guy to knock at a door and then when the door is opened not go in.

He was under the impression that he belonged wherever there was something interesting to see.

The Tax Collector’s letters are invariably mimeographed, and all they say is that you still haven’t paid him.

Illness must be considered to be as natural as health.

People are people. Don’t be afraid of them.

I have an idea that most of all he is running away from love, because it’s too big and too demanding. He’s running away from us – from you, from me, from his sister, from himself, too. Who wants to be himself, who wants to be so little, and so captured and limited?

I care so much about everything that I care about nothing.