Premature success gives one an almost mystical conception of destiny as opposed to will power-at its worst the Napoleonic delusion.

I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.

Her voice is full of money.

It isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords.

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.