It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.

Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.

One can't love humanity. One can only love people.

My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.

That whisky priest, I wish we had never had him in the house.

Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.