But an infinity of passions can be contained in a minute, like a crowd in a tiny space.

I'm absolutely removed from the world at such times...The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there I'm wandering in countries I can see every detail of - I'm playing a role in the story I'm reading. I actually feel I'm the characters - I live and breath with them.

On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.

The style, which is something I take to heart, is getting on my nerves horribly. It frustrates and torments me. I have days when Iam sick about it and nights when it gives me a fever. The more I go at it the more I find myself incapable of conveying the Idea.