Oh, the soul keeps its youth!
What we buy, and pay for, is part of ourselves.
... if fiction does not show us a better life than reality, what is the good of it?
The inevitable has always found me ready and hopeful.
One should not run on a new road.
... how poorly do we love even those whom we love most! We are not only bruised by the limitations of their love for us, but also by the limitations of our own love for them.