Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.
Anyone who has ever sat in a train as it rushes through a dark night will know that sometimes there are long minutes when the coaches slide smoothly along without so much as a shudder.
I had become shy of life's bustle in my solitary retreat and was apprehensive at the thought of facing the world.
I thought of my father and felt a deep sorrow that he should no longer be alive, and that I could not go to him and tell him that I had been awarded the Nobel Prize. I knew that no one would have been happier than he to hear this.
What would have become of me if no one had wanted to read my books? And don't forget all those who have written of me.
Strange, when you ask anyone's advice you see yourself what is right. Even while you are asking, you discover all at once what you hadn't been able to find out in three whole years.