I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and of logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
Love is made by two people in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd but in an oblivious crowd.
I have no friends, there are only people I love.
Most people have never known solitude.... But there are a few of the other kind who can go back to their rooms anywhere and close the door on the whole world, and feel that they need never emerge.