I confess I seldom commune with my conscience when I write.

If I wanted to order a ring for myself, the inscription I should choose would be: "Nothing passes away." I believe that nothing passes away without leaving a trace, and that every step we take, however small, has significance for our present and our future existence.

One usually dislikes a play while writing it, but afterward it grows on one. Let others judge and make decisions.

The problem is that we attempt to solve the simplest questions cleverly, thereby rendering them unusually complex. One should seekthe simple solution.

When you want to touch the reader's heart, try to be colder. It gives their grief as it were, a background, against which it stands out in greater relief.

The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.

Life has gone by as if I never lived