I do not love men: I love what devours them.

Every instant of our lives is essentially irreplaceable: you must know this in order to concentrate on life.

It is the special quality of love not to be able to remain stationary, to be obliged to increase under pain of diminishing.

Envying another man's happiness is madness; you wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it.

But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.

Most often people seek in life occasions for persisting in their opinions rather than for educating themselves.

'Therefore' is a word the poet must not know.