Thought Flies And Words Go On Foot.

If People Only Knew What Lies At The Heart Of My Novels! What A Tumult Of Desires These Carefully Written Pages Conceal! I Sometimes Have A Loathing For The Furious Cravings That Give Me No Peace Except When I Am Working.

Within Ourselves Is Not Very Far And Yet It Is So Far That One's Whole Life Is Not Always Long Enough To Get There.

I Enter The World Called Real As One Enters A Mist.

Our Life Is A Book That Writes Itself And Whose Principal Themes Sometimes Escape Us. We Are Like Characters In A Novel Who Do Not Always Understand What The Author Wants Of Them.

The Greatest Explorer On This Earth Never Takes Voyages As Long As Those Of The Man Who Descends To The Depth Of His Heart.