At first, when an idea, a poem, or the desire to write takes hold of you, work is a pleasure, a delight, and your enthusiasm knows no bounds. But later on you work with difficulty, doggedly, desperately. For once you have committed yourself to a particular work, inspiration changes its form and becomes an obsession, like a love-affair… which haunts you night and day! Once at grips with a work, we must master it completely before we can recover our idleness.

Seeking revenge: what a lack of foresight.

Our shadows are taller than ourselves.

Silence too can be indiscreet.

Entrepreneurship is the last refuge of the trouble making individual.

Like all religions, love has more believers than practitioners.

Hero worship has died with heroes, and if someone bows down today, it is to pick up something.