Sleep does make us all equal, it seems to me, like his big brother-Death.

No specter assails us in more varied disguises than loneliness, and one of its most impenetrable masks is called love.

Martyrdom has always been a proof of the intensity, never of the correctness of a belief.

Sleep does make us all equal, it seems to me, like his big brother-Death.

I write of love and death. What other subjects are there?

Most people who have been done a favor consider it an opportunity to show their incorruptibility rather than their gratitude. This is not only considerably cheaper morally, but it sometimes increases their pride so much that pretty soon they look down on their benefactor.

To be practical in life means to take everything seriously and nothing tragically.