Obsessions of the Orient, of the desert, of its ardor and its emptiness, of the shadows of palm gardens, of the garments white and wide - obsessions where the senses go berserk, where nerves are exasperated, and which made me, at the onset of each night, believe sleep impossible.

There's a law in life: whenever a door closes, a new one will open.

True eloquence forgoes eloquence.

Please do not understand me too quickly.

I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.

The most beaten paths are certainly the surest, but do not hope to start much game on them.

Society knows perfectly well how to kill a man and has methods more subtle than death