Sleep does make us all equal, it seems to me, like his big brother-Death.
To be ready is one thing, to be able to wait is another; but to seize the right moment is everything.
Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.
I write of love and death. What other subjects are there?
It's easy to write one's memoirs when one has a terrible memory.
You never so much want to be happy with a woman as when you know that you're ceasing to care for her.