Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.
Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write.
I like reality. It tastes like bread.
Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.