Everybody who does anything at all does too much.
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?
Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.
Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!
He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied.