I Feel Sorry For Men. They Have

Life Has Confirmed For Me The Thoughts And Impressions I Had When I Was 18, As If It Was All Intuition.

The One Thing I Regret Is That I Will Never Have Time To Read All The Books I Want To Read.

I Shall Live Badly If I Do Not Write, And I Shall Write Badly If I Do Not Live.

The Happiness Of People Who Are In Love And Who Are Loved Shows In Their Faces. They Have An Expression That's At Once Very Far Away And Very Much Part Of The Present.

Usually I Avoided College Students, Whom I Considered Brutal, Wrapped Up In Themselves, Particularly In Their Youth, In Which They Found Material For Drama Or An Excuse For Their Own Boredom. I Did Not Care For Young People.