I cannot disobey something which I do not know and the reality of which I have the right to deny.

I think it is all a matter of love.

A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.

The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.

The thought, when written down, becomes less oppressive, but some thoughts are like a cancerous tumor: you express is, you excise it, and it grows back worse than before.

Age indomitably, in the European manner. Do not finish your labours young. Be a planet, not a meteor. Honor the working day. Sit at your desk.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.