In my very own self, I am part of my family.

For {she} had adopted the standard of the young: what there was in the moment was everything. And moments followed one another without necessarily belonging to one another.

In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.

We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love.

The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.

Personality and mind, like moustaches, belong to a certain age. They are a deformity in a child.... Leave his sensibilities, his emotions, his spirit, and his mind severely alone. There is the devil in mothers, that they must provoke personalresponse from their infants.