When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.

For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?

Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.

A mutually fulfilled sexual union between two people is the rarest sensation which life can provide. But it is not quite real. It stops when the telephone rings. Such a passion can be kept at its early strength only by adding to it either more and more unhappiness (jealousy, separation, doubt, renunciation), or more and more artificiality (drink, technique, stage-illusions). Whoever has missed this has never lived, who lives for it alone is but partly alive.

Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.