Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.
Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.
The more humanity advances, the more it is degraded.
I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.
Of all lies, art is the least untrue.
I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.