What Is Glory? It Is To Have

The Writer Must Wade Into Life As Into The Sea, But Only Up To The Navel.

Do Not Read, As Children Do, To Amuse Yourself, Or Like The Ambitious, For The Purpose Of Instruction. No, Read In Order To Live.

Reveal Art; Conceal The Artist.

Of All The Icy Blasts That Blow On Love, A Request For Money Is The Most Chilling.

I Sometimes Feel A Great Ennui, Profound Emptiness, Doubts Which Sneer In My Face In The Midst Of The Most Spontaneous Satisfactions. Well, I Would Not Exchange All That For Anything, Because It Seems To Me, In My Conscience, That I Am Doing My Duty, That I Am Obeying A Superior Fatality, That I Am Following The Good And That I Am In The Right.