Parents have too little respect for their children, just as the children have too much for the parents.
[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.
Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.
There isn't much to say. I haven't been at all deedy.
What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?
Ah, we have to be generous to be grateful ... One has oneself to be a giver.