We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.
Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted.
I am afraid I shall not find him, but I shall still look for him, for if he exists, he may be appreciative of my efforts.
Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.
Clarity is the politeness of the man of letters.
There are moments when everything goes well, but don't be frightened.