The abominable effort to take one’s sins with one to paradise.

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

To be sure, theory is useful. But without warmth of heart and without love it bruises the very ones it claims to save.

Most often it happens that one attributes to others only the feelings of which one is capable oneself.

It would be wisest not to worry too much about the sterile periods. They ventilate the subject and instill into it the reality of daily life.

Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.

It is only through restraint that man can manage not to suppress himself.