I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find - at the age of fifty, say - that a whole new life has opened before you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about...It is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you.

... obsessions are always dangerous.

I would like it to be said that I was a good writer of detective and thriller stories.

I have often had occasion to notice how, where a direct question would fail to elicit a response, a false assumption brings instant information in the form of a contradiction.

To feel admiration for a man all through one's married life would, I think, be excessively tedious.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness - to save oneself trouble.