As Far As I Am Concerned I

Genius, Whether Locked Up In A Cell Or Roaming At Large, Is Always Solitary.

I Have An Object, A Task, Let Me Say The Word, A Passion. The Profession Of Writing Is A Violent And Almost Indestructible One.

One Never Knows How Much A Family May Grow; And When A Hive Is Too Full, And It Is Necessary To Form A New Swarm, Each One Thinks Of Carrying Away His Own Honey.

The Capacity For Passion Is Both Cruel And Divine.

Whoever Has Loved Once, Knows All That Life Contains Of Sorrow And Of Joy.