Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things.

However great one's gift of language may be, there is always something that one cannot tell.

A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius.

I want to live quietly.

When a man and a woman love one another that is enough. That is marriage. A religious rite is superfluous. And if the man and woman live together without the love, no ceremony in the world can make it a marriage.

Some day the Devil will come to me and say: 'Come with me.'And I will answer: 'Yes.

I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.