If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back.

To be alive and to be a ‘writer’ is enough.

Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.

I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?