“Bitterness leads nowhere. It turns back on itself. It is the eternal cul-de-sac.”

If one sticks too rigidly to one’s principles, one would hardly see anybody.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

Time is the best killer.

The saddest thing in life and the hardest to live through, is the knowledge that there is someone you love very much whom you cannot save from suffering.

It is deplorable to remove all the romance – all the mystery!

Any coincidencce is worth noticing. You can throw it away later if it is only a coincidence.

The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.

One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.

Writers are diffident creatures — they need encouragement.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

An appreciative listener is always stimulating.

Never go back to a place where you have been happy. Until you do it remains alive for you. If you go back it will be destroyed.

The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.

Any woman can fool a man if she wants to and if he’s in love with her.

To count – really and truly to count – a woman must have goodness or brains.

Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.

I’m not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I’m thrilled to death with life.

You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

This world is a bitter tree, it has only two sweet nectar like fruits – one is soft voice and the other is company of gentlemen.

After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another.