Every sensitive person carries in himself old cities enclosed by ancient walls

That lovely things exist is a lovely thought.

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

I contemplated pride and love. All this contemplativeness. When will I be free of it?

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.

How uninteresting interesting things can become.

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.