My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.

Time is not a great healer. It is an indifferent and perfunctory one. Sometimes it does not heal at all. And sometimes when it seems to, no healing has been necessary.

There is more difference within the sexes than between them.

There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

There isn’t much to say. I haven’t been at all deedy.

A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.

My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.

People who have power respond simply. They have no minds but their own.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

Well, of course, people are only human… But it really does not seem much for them to be.