Irony is the hygiene of the mind.
Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.
What an uncertain thing, marriage – what an elusive thing, happiness!
A man who is available for lunch, has no wife, is interested in everything, and talks well is socially invaluable.
There is nothing in the world like health. Live cleanly, and the high thinking will look after itself – or at least won’t matter. Physical condition – there’s nothing like it.
Blessed are those who give without remembering and take without forgetting.
All my life, I have loved balloons – all balloons – the heavy English sort, immense and round, that have to be pushed about, and the gay, light, gas-filled French ones that soar into the air the moment you let go of them.
Seeing through is rarely seeing into.
It is sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room.
Happiness is a light, an atmosphere, an illumination. It sets a personality. I always feel that it is a creation that is difficult for some and easy for others, but essentially an achievement, never an accident.