Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

The world, life and human beings are only an illusion, a phantom, a dream image.

It is terribly hard to be married, harder than anything. I think one has to be an angel.

I find my joy of living in the fierce and ruthless battles of life, and my pleasure comes from learning something.

Why is it so painful to watch a person sink? Because there is something unnatural in it, for nature demands personal progress, evolution, and every backward step means wasted energy.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.