Silences Have A Climax, When You Have

The Writer, Like A Swimmer Caught By An Undertow, Is Borne In An Unexpected Direction. He Is Carried To A Subject Which Has Awaited Him--a Subject Sometimes No Part Of His Conscious Plan. Reality, The Reality Of Sensation, Has Accumulated Where It Was Least Sought. To Write Is To Be Captured--captured By Some Experience To Which One May Have Given Hardly A Thought.

Princess Bibesco Delighted In A Semi-ideal World - A World Which, Though Having A Counterpart In Her Experience, Was To A Great Extent Brought Into Being By Her Own Temperament And, One Might Say, Flair.

We Desert Those Who Desert Us; We Cannot Afford To Suffer; We Must Live How We Can.

We Are Minor In Everything But Our Passions.

What Is Being Said Is The Effect Of Something That Has Happened; At The Same Time, What Is Being Said Is In Itself Something Happening, Which Will, In Turn, Leave Its Effect.