It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.
I am a retiring, silent, unsociable, and discontent person.
Writing means revealing oneself to excess.
Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
Paths are made by walking
Books are a narcotic.