Obstinacy alone is not a virtue.

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them they could perceive what they have made of us.

Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.

“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”

The only deep emotion I occasionally felt in these affairs was gratitude, when all was going well and I was left, not only peace, but freedom to come and go--never kinder and gayer with one woman than when I had just left another's bed, as if I extended to all others the debt I had just contracted toward one of them.