Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it.

I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody, busy, inattentive, and there come an end to the interest, and this never happens in a journal!

It is in the movements of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately.

Coming near him like a ballet dancer she took a leap towards him, and he, frightened by her vehemence, and fearing that she would crash against him, instinctively became absolutely rigid, and she felt herself embracing a statue.

In music I feel most deeply the passing of things.