It is in general the unexplored that attracts us.

Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams.

Autumn is no time to lie alone

I have a theory of my own about what the art of the novel is, and how it came into being....It happens because the storyteller's own experience...has moved him to an emotion so passionate that he can no longer keep it shut up in his heart.

It is useless to talk with those who do not understand one and troublesome to talk with those who criticize from a feeling of superiority. Especially one-sided persons are troublesome. Few are accomplished in many arts and most cling narrowly to their own opinion.

No penance can your hard heart find save such as you long since have taught me to endure

The memories of long love gather like drifting snow, poignant as the mandarin ducks who float side by side in sleep.