Within ourselves is not very far and yet it is so far that one's whole life is not always long enough to get there.

Within ourselves is not very far and yet it is so far that one's whole life is not always long enough to get there.

Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.

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

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

Thoughts fly and words go on foot. Therein lies all the drama of a writer.

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.