I will see this game of life out to its bitter end
What is writing but an expression of my own life?
I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.
Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.
Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.