The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.

Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis, the former know how to act, the latter become uncouth brutes.