By the time I'm 50, there is probably going to be a nuclear holocaust. I should just enjoy myself.
If only we could see in advance all the harm that can come from the good we think we are doing.
It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!
Not one of us can lie or pretend. We're all fixed in good faith in a certain concept of ourselves.
Man never reasons so much and becomes so introspective as when he suffers; since he is anxious to get at the cause of his sufferings, to learn who has produced them, and whether it is just or unjust that he should have to bear them.
Buffoons, buffoons! One can play any tune on them!
We all grasp on to a single idea of ourselves, the way aging people dye their hair. It’s no matter that this dye doesn’t fool you. My lady, you don’t dye your hair to decieve other people, or to fool yourself, but rather to cheat your image in your mirror a little.
You know, as fiction writers, if our instincts are off, we can't pay our bills.
Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.
A sense of humor is an important thing to have because when you get into an argument, one of the best ways to diffuse it is to be funny.
And I'm certain one day, you'll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H