The more you say, the less they remember.
We reproach people for talking about themselves but it is the subject they treat best.
The books that everybody admires are those that nobody reads.
I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
Yet, every now and then, there would pass a young girl, slender, fair and desirable, arousing in young men a not ignoble desire to possess her, and stirring in old men regrets for ecstasy not seized and now forever past.