A writer is a spectator, looking at everything with a highly critical eye.

Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.

You see in others who you are.

A man has to construct, invent, his freedom.

One's fantasy goes for a walk and returns with a bride.

A man is an island in the only sense that matters, not an easy way to be. We live in mystery, a cosmos of separate lonely bodies, men, insects, stars. It is all loneliness and men know it best.

Those who write about life, reflect about life. you see in others who you are.