I should like to write about what happens when fictive people encounter and are embellished by real people.

The Italians are said to be noisy and to gesticulate, but that is a libel dreamed up by the English.

From the time we began to build houses and cities, since we invented the wheel, we have not advanced one step toward happiness. We have always been in halves. As long as we invent and progress in mechanical things and not in love, we shall not achieve happiness.

There are also times in life when a person has to rush off in pursuit of hopefulness.

Spring sprang suddenly onto the land.

I have always hated crowds. I like deserts, prisons, and monasteries. I have discovered, too, that there are fewer idiots at 3000 meters above sea level than down below.

I should like to write about what happens when fictive people encounter and are embellished by real people.