Writing is above all a question of instinct.

He fell in love with himself at first sight and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Selflove seems so often unrequited.

I was impressed for the ten thousandth time by the fact that literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity. Books are unconvertible assets, to be passed on only to those who possess them already.

Books do furnish a room.

You have to be a product of the product.

Self-pity is essentially humorless, devoid of that lightness of touch which gives understanding of life.

One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been from time to time in the closest intimacy.