Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.

Had I to give advice to writers (and I do not think they need it, because everyone has to find out things for himself), I would tell them simply this; I would ask them to tamper as little as they can with their own work. I do not think tinkering does any good. The moment comes when one has found out what one can do - when one has found one's natural voice, one's rhythm. Then I do not think that slight emendations should prove useful.

Time is the substance of which we are made

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

I have no way of knowing whether the events that I am about to narrate are effects or causes.

I think most people are more important than their opinions.