Sometimes I see myself reflected too closely in other men for comfort, and then I have an enormous wish to believe in the saints, in heroic virtue.

To me comfort is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.

I was trying to write a book that simply would not come. I did my daily five hundred words, but the characters never began to live. So much in writing depends …

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

Of late, men seem to have been possessed by an incomprehensible impulse to strip themselves of everything with which nature has endowed them in order to make t…

In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.

Avoir du merite a s'abstenir d'une faute, c'est une facon d'etre coupable.