It's a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

They took each other's advice, opened one book, went over to another, then did not know what to decide when opinions diverged so widely.

The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel.

Coffee: Induces wit. Good only if it comes through Havre. After a big dinner party it is taken standing up. Take it without sugar - very swank: gives the impression you have lived in the East.

Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.