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

How uninteresting interesting things can become.

That lovely things exist is a lovely thought.

When we realize that words can destroy something good, wonderful, and dear, and that by keeping silent we can avoid causing the least damage or harm, it’s easy to stay silent.

The novel I am constantly writing is always the same one, and it might be described as a variously sliced-up or torn-apart book of myself.

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.

Oh, whoever has been himself alone can never find another’s loneliness strange.