As for death one gets used to it, even if it's only other people's death you get used to.

Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. To ''Why am I here?'' To uselessness. It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus.

It’s not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.

Judges don't age; time decorates them.

Judges must beware of hard constructions and strained inferences, for there is no worse torture than that of laws.

Whoever wants to be a judge of human nature should study people's excuses