We do not remember days, we remember moments.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

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.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.