But some day sooner or later our passion would have cooled - inevitably - it's the way with everything human.

A superhuman will is needed in order to write, and I am only a man.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your words and make them pop like chestnuts.

Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.

She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.