Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read; what I haven't read.

I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else.

... pure honesty is a doubtful quality; it means often lack of imagination.

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it's there complete in the mind, if only at the back.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.