When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

Love felt and returned, love which our bodies exact and our hearts have transfigured, love which is the most real thing that we shall ever meet, reappeared now as the world's enemy, and she must stifle it.

The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.

Don't believe those lies about intellectual people. They're only written to soothe the majority.

Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.

Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?

I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die — I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I'm just not there.