Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?

To love the truth is to refuse to let oneself be saddened by it.

The reasons that drive me to write are many and the most important are the most secret, I think. Perhaps most of all this: to put something out of death's reach.

The young people who come to me in the hope of hearing me utter a few memorable maxims are quite disappointed. Aphorisms are not my forte, I say nothing but banalities.... I listen to them and they go away delighted.

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

I am lost if I attempt to take count of chronology. When I think over the past, I am like a person whose eyes cannot properly measure distances and is liable to think things extremely remote which on examination prove to be quite near.

Too chaste a youth leads to a dissolute old age.