A plausible rumor / Seems a lot more believable / Than the truth itself.

The most frightening thing in the world is to discover the abnormal in that which is closest to us.

Many people ask why a writer commits suicide. But I think that people who ask don't know the vanity and the nothingness of writing. I think it is very usual and natural for a writer to commit suicide, because in order to keep on writing he must be a very strong person.

Nature with her wealth of birds and flowers, Has in her heart a place for every weed; For her quick eyes require no microscope To note the varied wonders and delights That the Creator's humblest works possess.

Something whose connection with human experience we cannot grasp is bound to be frightening.

Yet there seemed to be some truth in the law of probability, according to which the chance of success is directly proportionate to the number of repetitions.

Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.