[...] marriage is one thing, and love is another...You need to have a solid canvas; nobody stops you to weave the arabesques.

Happiness is never there to stay [...] Happiness is merely a respite offered by inquietude.

The need to express one's self in writing springs from a maladjustment of life, or from an inner conflict which the adolescent (or the grown man) cannot resolve in action.

Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy person has no time to form.

If you value a man's regard, strive with him. As to liking, you like your newspaper - and despise it.

The need to express oneself in writing springs from a mal-adjustment to life, or from an inner conflict which the adolescent (or the grown man) cannot resolve in action. Those to whom action comes as easily as breathing rarely feel the need to break loose from the real, to rise above, and describe it... I do not mean that it is enough to be maladjusted to become a great writer, but writing is, for some, a method of resolving a conflict, provided they have the necessary talent.

Inspiration in matters of taste will not come twice.