The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.
It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.