One day, I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.

Adultery ... could be as banal as marriage.

The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!

To see one's name in print! Some people commit a crime for no other reason.

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.