There is in every human being, I think, a native country of the mind, where, protected by inaccessible barriers, the sensitive dream life may exist safely.

I'm not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.

Youth is the season of tragedy and despair. Youth is the time when one's whole life is entangled in a web of identity, in a perpetual maze of seeking and of finding, of passion and of disillusion, of vague longings and of nameless griefs, of pity that is a blade in the heart, and of 'all the little emptiness of love.

Dignity is an anachronism.

O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!

So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.

Nothing is more trying than nerves to people who have none.