It Is So.when You Think So

Life Is Full Of Strange Absurdities, Which, Strangely Enough, Do Not Even Need To Appear Plausible, Since They Are True.

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!

When [man] Is Happy He Takes His Happiness As It Comes And Doesn't Analyze It, Just As If Happiness Were His Right.

One Cannot Choose What He Writes - One Can Only Choose To Face It.

When The Characters Are Really Alive Before Their Author, The Latter Does Nothing But Follow Them In Their Action, In Their Words, In The Situations Which They Suggest To Him.