It Is Not Peace We Seek But

Life Is More Complicated Than We Think, Yet Far Simpler Than Anyone Dares To Imagine

I Had Become, With The Approach Of Night, Once More Aware Of Loneliness And Time - Those Two Companions Without Whom No Journey Can Yield Us Anything.

A City Becomes A World When One Loves One Of Its Inhabitants.

They Flower Spontaneously Out Of The Demands Of Our Natures - And The Best Of Them Lead Us Not Only Outward In Space, But Inward As Well.

It Takes A Lot Of Energy And A Lot Of Neurosis To Write A Novel. If You Were Really Sensible, You'd Do Something Else.