A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished

Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

Only the impossible lasts forever.