One Forgets So Quickly One's Own Youth.

So Long As One Is Happy One Can Endure Any Discipline: It Was Unhappiness That Broke Down The Habits Of Work.

So Much Of A Novelist's Writing, As I Have Said, Takes Place In The Unconscious: In Those Depths The Last Word Is Written Before The First Word Appears On The Paper. We Remember Details Of Our Story, We Do Not Invent Them.

Love Taught Me That Your Honour Did But Jest.

In Human Relationships, Kindness And Lies Are Worth A Thousand Truths.

Friendship Is Something In The Soul. It Is A Thing One Feels. It Is Not A Return For Something.