There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.
The day when I am no more than a writer I shall cease to be a writer.
A work of art is a confession.
Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.
There can be no question of holding forth on ethics. I have seen people behave badly with great morality and I note every day that integrity has no need of rules
Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it.