The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.

... why do people who live in the country always give themselves such airs?

letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones we went in company, perhaps - who knows? - we might talk by the way.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.

A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.