Explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. You understand it better but the frog dies in the process.
If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
Advice to young writers who want to get ahead without any annoying delays: don't write about Man, write about a man.
Children are demanding. They are the most attentive, curious, eager, observant, sensitive, quick, and generally congenial readers on earth.
I discovered, to my surprise, that it is possible to be fond of animals without being crazy about them.
A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process and the innards are discouraging to any but the pure scientific mind.
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.