That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?

... I'd always rather be with people who loved me too little rather than with people who loved me too much.

But one day we shall be rich, and the next poor. One day we shall dine in a palace and the next we'll sit in a forest and toast mushrooms on a hatpin.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.

Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.

I am going to enjoy life in Paris I know. It is so human and there is something noble in the city... It is a real city, old and fine and life plays in it for everybody to see.