Truth, like light is dazzling. By contrast, untruth is a beautiful sunset that enhances everything.

In normal times all of us know, whether consciously or not, that there is no love which can't be bettered; nevertheless, we reconcile ourselves more or less easily to the fact that ours has never risen above the average.

To two men living the same number of years, the world always provides the same sum of experiences. It is up to us to be conscious of them.

Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.

I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.

[Liberty] is a choreand a long-distance race, quite solitary, quite exhausting.

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.