He Who Tries To Forget A Woman,

Now He Understood. This Was Death. Death Was A Silence That Gave Back No Answer.

Life Is Strong Stuff, Some Of Us Can Bear More Of It Than Others.

It Seems To Me That The Earth May Be Borrowed But Not Bought. It May Be Used But Not Owned. We Are Tenants, Not Possessors, Lovers And Not Masters.

I Have Found That Each Of My Books Has Developed Out Of Something I Have Written In A Previous Book. Some Thought Evidently Unfinished.

To Comfort Any Mortal Against Loneliness, One Other Is Enough.