There exist certain individuals who are, by nature, given purely to contemplation and are utterly unsuited to action, and who, nevertheless, under a mysterious and unknown impulse, sometimes act with a speed which they themselves would have thought beyond them.

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

Nothing can be done except little by little.

Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.

A friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure; but on the eleventh it succeeded all too well.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.