Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.

Don't think that your truth could be found by someone else.

When you have nothing to say, or to hide, there is no need to be prudent.

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

I have no use for knowledge that has not been preceded by a sensation

In hell there is no other punishment than to begin over and over again the tasks left unfinished in your lifetime.

Too chaste an adolescence makes for a dissolute old age. It is doubtless easier to give up something one has known than something one imagines.