The cliche is dead poetry.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death.

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death does.

Wisdom is keeping a sense of fallibility of all our views and opinions.

A healthy old fellow, who is not a fool, is the happiest creature living.

Old age takes away from us what we have inherited and gives us what we have earned.

The only test of work of literature is that it shall please other ages than its own.

In a happy marriage it is the wife who provides the climate, the husband the landscape.

We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

Miller is not really a writer but a non-stop talker to whom someone has given a typewriter.

Everyone is a bore to someone. That is unimportant. The thing to avoid is being a bore to oneself.

As I get older I seem to believe less and less and yet to believe what I do believe more and more.

Every writer and artist wonders what in the world people of other professions can find to live for.

Those who have money think that the most important thing in the world is love. The poor know it is money.

Words are as recalcitrant as circus animals, and the unskilled trainer can crack his whip at them in vain.

If you wish to be brothers, let the arms fall from your hands. One cannot love while holding offensive arms.

We confess our bad qualities to others out of fear of appearing naive or ridiculous by not being aware of them.

It is by sitting down to write every morning that he becomes a writer. Those who do not do this remain amateurs.

We should all live as if we were never going to die, for it is the deaths of our friends that hurt us, not our own.

Those who have some means think that the most important thing in the world is love. The poor know that it is money.

You generally hear that what a man doesn't know doesn't hurt him, but in business what a man doesn't know does hurt.

Do not believe those persons who say they have never been jealous. What they mean is that they have never been in love.

Marriage is an arrangement by which two people start by getting the best out of each other and often end by getting the worst.

When I write a page that reads badly I know that it is myself who has written it. When it reads well it has come through from somewhere else.

Intellectuals are people who believe that ideas are of more importance than values. That is to say, their own ideas and other people's values.

Poets and painters are outside the class system, or rather they constitute a special class of their own, like the circus people and the Gypsies.

One of the marks of a great poet is that he creates his own family of words and teaches them to live together in harmony and to help one another.

As Coleridge said, "We receive but what we give." The happy life is a life of continual generosity in which we go out to meet and acclaim the world.

We soon cease to feel the grief at the deaths of our friends, yet we continue to the end of our lives to miss them. They are still with us in their absence.

The more we feel sorry for ourselves, the less sorry others will feel for us. People don't waste their small store of sympathy on those who can provide it so richly for themselves.

The cliché is dead poetry. English, being the language of an imaginative race, abounds in clichés, so that English literature is always in danger of being poisoned by its own secretions.

Everyone alters and is altered by everyone else. We are all the time taking in portions of one another or else reacting against them, and by these involuntary acquisitions and repulsions modifying our natures.

One road to happiness is to cultivate curiosity about everything. Not only about people but about subjects, not only about the arts but about history and foreign customs. Not only about countries and cities, but about plants and animals. Not only about lichened rocks and curious markings on the bark of trees, but about stars and atoms. Not only about your friends but about that strange labyrinth we inhabit which we call ourselves. Then, if we do that, we will never suffer a moment's boredom.

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