Many people misjudge the permanent effect of sorrow, and their capacity to live in the past.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.

We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life.

People have never lost what they think they have.

Well, of course, people are only human... But it really does not seem much for them to be.

What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?