If We Keep An Open Mind, Too

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.

Paris Has Always Seemed To Me To Be The Only City In Which One Can Live As One Sees Fit.

I'm Fond Of Human Beings, But Only One At A Time.

We Know All Their Gods; They Ignore Ours. What They Call Our Sins Are Our Gods, And What They Call Their Gods, We Name Otherwise.