But An Infinity Of Passions Can Be

For A Long Time Now My Heart Has Had Its Shutters Closed, Its Steps Deserted, Formerly A Tumultuous Hotel, But Now Empty And Echoing Like A Great Empty Tomb.

You Must Write For Yourself, Above All. That Is Your Only Hope Of Creating Something Beautiful.

La Parole Humaine Est Comme Un Chaudron Fe" Le O U' Nous Battons Des Me Lodies A' Faire Danser Les Ours, Quand On Voudrait Attendrir Les E Toiles. Human Speech Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Beat Out Tunes For Bears To Dance To, When All The Time We Are Longing To Move The Stars To Pity.

What Baffled Him Was That There Should Be All This Fuss About Something So Simple As Love.

One Arrives At Style Only With Atrocious Effort, With Fanatical And Devoted Stubbornness.