With all my ideas and follies I could one day found a corporate company for the propagation of beautiful but unreliable imaginings.

To the question: How do the authors of sketches, stories and novels get along in life, the following answer can or must be given: They are stragglers and they are down at heel.

It doesn't take much to show love, but at some time or another in your, praise God, disastrous life you must have felt, honestly and simply, what love is and how love likes to behave.

How uninteresting interesting things can become.

Questions are usually more beautiful, more significant than their resolutions, which in fact never resolve them, are never sufficient to satisfy us, whereas from a question streams a wonderful fragrance.

That lovely things exist is a lovely thought.

Today I told myself that in actual fact anyone who takes an innocuous and random delight in his life is an absolute lummox.