No one can build her security on the nobleness of another person

No one person knows much more about writing than another. I expect that when people think they know anything about it, then their case is hopeless.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

Some people's lives are affected by what happens to their person or their property; but for others fate is what happens to their feelings and their thoughts -- that and nothing more.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere.