All fates are ‘worse than death’.

At first it was impressive, but after half and hour deadly monotonous. It was like everything German - overdone.

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.

Here I am,' I thought, 'back from the jungle, back from the ruins. Here, where wealth is no longer gorgeous and power has no dignity.

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.

Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiography.