The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

Thank God, I can look at a sunset now without having to think how to describe it

Because a man can write great works he is none the less a man.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

The ideas for stories that thronged my brain would not let me rest till I had got rid of them by writing them.