You have to let other people be right' was his answer to their insults. 'It consoles them for not being anything else.

Art that submits to orthodoxy, to even the soundest doctrines, but lacks imagination and deep self-expression is lost leaving only the craftsmanship.

I am lost if I attempt to take count of chronology. When I think over the past, I am like a person whose eyes cannot properly measure distances and is liable to think things extremely remote which on examination prove to be quite near.

In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.

The abominable effort to take one’s sins with one to paradise.

The bad novelist constructs his characters; he directs them and makes them speak. The true novelist listens to them and watches them act; he hears their voices even before he knows them.

Most often people seek in life occasions for persisting in their opinions rather than for educating themselves.