One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.

Great lovers will always be unhappy, because, for them, love is of supreme importance. Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.

Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.

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

We can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?