Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?
And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.
Any country where I am not bored is a country that teaches me nothing.
I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
The truth is that nothing is less sensational than pestilence, and by reason of their very duration great misfortunes are monotonous.