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

All you have to do to make something interesting is to look at it long enough.

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

It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A son of mine! Oh no, no, no! May my entire flesh perish and may I transmit to no one the aggravations and the disgrace of existence.

As humanity perfects itself, man becomes degraded. When everything is reduced to the mere counter-balancing of economic interests, what room will there be for virtue? When Nature has been so subjugated that she has lost all her original forms, where will that leave the plastic arts? And so on. In the mean time, things are going to get very murky.

In my view, the novelist has no right to express his opinions on the things of this world. In creating, he must imitate God: do his job and then shut up.