There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

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

Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence

A sub-clerk in the post-office is the equal of a conqueror if consciousness is common to them.

We call first truths those we discover after all the others.

I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity. Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and by secrecy. The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.