Occupation: Writer Birth: October 14, 1888 Death: January 9, 1923
What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease; a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together i….
I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most..
Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes..
There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines..
The great thing to remember is we can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough..
I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.... This all sounds very strenuous and serious.….
I am going to enjoy life in Paris I know. It is so human and there is something noble in the city... It is a real city, old and fine and life plays i….
You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul..
To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure..
In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire..
Outside the sky is light with stars.
Regret is an appalling waste of time..
Winter is a terrible time for thin people - terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip….
conversation is like a dear little baby that is brought in to be handed round. You must rock it, nurse it, keep it on the move if you want it to keep….
To be alive and to be a ‘writer’ is enough..
Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them..
What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss - as….
I feel I must live alone, alone, alone - with artists only to touch the door. Every artist cuts off his ear and nails it on the outside of the door f….
Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it..
As in the physical world, so in the spiritual world, pain does not last forever..
Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all..