There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations..

There is a spider called Amaurobius, which lives in a burrow and has its young in the late summer, and then it dies when the frosts begin, and the yo….

Education doesn’t make you happy. Nor does freedom. We don’t become happy just because we’re free – if we are. Or because we’ve been educated – if we….

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.

Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out..

Not to have been born is undoubtedly best, but sound sleep is second best..

People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don't admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It's the novelist p….

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man..

Man's creative struggle, his search for wisdom and truth, is a love story..

It was like hunting fish with an underwater gun, a sport which he had once been foolish enough to try. At one moment there is the fish - graceful, my….

Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!.

We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if….

The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now ….

The very madness of the scheme protects it..

The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak..

Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair..

On connecting: Where does one person end and another person begin?.

The priesthood is a marriage. People often start by falling in love, and they go on for years without realizing that love must change into some other….

Anything that consoles is fake..

for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter..

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair..