“I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds – a split second’s enough for them to start being something else.”

I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.

I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.

They say the first love’s most important. That’s very romantic, but not my experience.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.

There’s simply too much fuss about myself.

Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.

Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Even the worst book can give us something to think about.

Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven’t got even that much, however loveless and boring – this is one of the harshest human miseries.

And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.

Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?

Something doesn’t start at its usual time. Something doesn’t happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.

Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.

He sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.

Before we had airplanes and astronauts, we really thought that there was an actual place beyond the clouds, somewhere over the rainbow. There was an actual place, and we could go above the clouds and find it.there.

The President cannot make clouds to rain and cannot make the corn to grow. He cannot make business good, although when these things occur, political parties do claim some credit for the good things that have happened in this way

If you are the sun, clouds are not a problem.

Its okay to rest your head in the clouds every once in a while.

Look for the Sunlight through the Clouds.

Wise Man: One who sees the storm coming before the clouds appear.