I profoundly feel that people are letting you down all the time.
If a writer doesn't generate hostility, he is dead.
Everybody is interesting for an hour, but few people can last more than two.
I always knew who I was and where I had come from. I was not looking for a home in other people's lands.
One always writes comedy at the moment of deepest hysteria.
And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over