Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable. If you and I were capable of being altogether house-trained and made jolly, we should be nicer people, but not writers.

After inside upheavals, it is important to fix on imperturbable things. Their imperturbableness, their air that nothing has happened renews our guarantee.

We have really no absent friends.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Sins cut boldly up through every class in society, but mere misdemeanours show a certain level in life.

There's something so showy about desperation, it takes hard wits to see it's a grandiose form of funk.