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

I believe that in every circumstance I have been able to see rather clearly the most advantageous course I could follow, which is very rarely the one I did follow.

Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! And without too many regrets, if possible! Those from which the sap has withdrawn. But, good Lord, what beautiful colors!

The most subtle art, the strongest and deepest art - supreme art - is the one that does not at first allow itself to be recognized.

The truth is, I hoped the cure would dislike me. I tried to think of disagreeable things to say to him -- I could hit on nothing that wasn't charming. It's wonderful how hard I find it not to be fascinating.

The most beaten paths are certainly the surest, but do not hope to start much game on them.

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.