The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave

So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.

The truth is that the phenomena of artistic production are still so obscure, so baffling, we are still so far from an accurate scientific and psychological knowledge of their genesis or meaning, that we are forced to accept them as empirical facts; and empirical and non-explanatory names are the names that suit them best.

The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.