Solitude May Rust Your Words.

You Live Out The Confusions Until They Become Clear.

There Is No Bleaker Moment In Life Of The City Than That One Which Crosses The Boundary Lines Between Those Who Have Not Slept All Night And Those Who Are Going To Work. It Was For Sabina As If Two Races Of Men And Women Lived On Earth, The Night People And The Day People, Never Meeting Face To Face Except At This Moment.

It Is Easy To Love And There Are So Many Ways To Do It.

The Creative Personality Never Remains Fixed On The First World It Discovers. It Never Resigns Itself To Anything.

A Man Fell In Love With Jeanne, And She Tried To Love Him. But She Complained That He Uttered Such Ordinary Words, That He Could Never Say The Magic Phrase Which Would Open Her Being.