Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves!

In order to judge properly, one must get away somewhat from what one is judging, after having loved it. This is true of countries, of persons, and of oneself.

True eloquence forgoes eloquence.

It is now, and in this world, that we must live.

In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.

Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.

Each of us really understands in others only those feelings he is capable of producing himself.