A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain

We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.

Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.

Let a prize lower my position, if it causes me to be read; that I prefer immediately to all the honors.

The most powerful soporific is sleep itself.