Yesterday, happiness came in suddenly, as it used to, and remained for a moment in the great, dark, silent drawing room.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

A dish around which I see too many people doesn't tempt me.

A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel.

Thought flies and words go on foot.