“Every day is a renewal, every morning the daily miracle. This joy you feel is life.”

Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.

Writing and reading is to me synonymous with existing.

If the communication is perfect, the words have life, and that is all there is to good writing, putting down on the paper words which dance and weep and make love and fight and kiss and perform miracles.

It takes a heap of loafing to write a book.

Communists are people who fancied that they had an unhappy childhood.

I understand you undertake to overthrow my undertaking.

There is no such thing as repetition. Only insistance.

You are extraordinary within your limits, but your limits are extraordinary!

Too few is as many as too many.

But the problem is that when I go around and speak on campuses, I still don’t get young men standing up and saying, ‘How can I combine career and family?’

An audience is always warming but it must never be necessary to your work.

Each generation has something different at which they are all looking.

If you are looking down while you are walking it is better to walk up hill the ground is nearer.

I really do not know that anything has ever been more exciting than diagramming sentences.

there are the two sides to a Frenchman, logic and fashion and that is the reason why French people are exciting and peaceful. Logic and fashion.

A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears.

So there are many who are people of the day and who busy themselves with daytime deeds.

It is hard, it lasts all day, the lighting is generally fluorescent, and, apparently, drinking at your desk is frowned upon.

It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.

A new day is here. Yesterday is a memory. Tomorrow is unknown. Now is the knowing.

A good practice is to ask yourself very sincerely, ‘Why was I born?’ Ask yourself this question in the morning, in the afternoon, and at night…every day.

The world is a Bridge, pass over it, but build no houses upon it. He who hopes for a day, may hope for eternit.

If we only make merit but have not stopped doing bad things, then we will never have a day of completion. It is like an overturned bowl which is left outside in the rain.

I touch it and it rings! One day the wind may blow it off the shelf, or my elbow may knock it from the table.