Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.

Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.

Finally, and most of all, words failed him.

Beauty, no doubt, does not make revolutions. But a day will come when revolutions will have need of beauty.

Men and women consume one another rapidly in what is called "the act of love," or else settle down to a mild habit of conjugality. We seldom find a mean between these two extremes.

I understood, by dint of digging into my memories, that modesty helped me to shine, humility helped me to triumph and virtue to oppress.

What the world requires of the Christians is that they should continue to be Christians.