Because,' Cormery went on, 'when I was very young, very foolish, and very much alone ... you paid attention to me and, without seeming to, you opened for me the door to everything I love in the world.

There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.

To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.

To feel absolutely right is the beginning of the end.