Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.