Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances.

Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.

No one ever accepts criticism so cheerfully. Neither the man who utters it nor the man who invites it really means it.

Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances.

We always question the bonafides of the man who tells us unpleasant facts.

A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life.

You become writer by writing. It is a yoga.