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

It is better to put on the brakes sooner, for some fine day you begin to understand — to pardon everything — and then where is the charm of life, if you cannot love or hate any more?

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

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

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

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.

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.