...how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?

A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.

Rulers who want to unleash war know very well that they must procure or invent a first victim.

As if one could know the good a person is capable of, when one doesn't know the bad he might do.

Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused to enthusiasm by the most dreadful things because they are new. Good travellers are heartless.

A person often falls very ill in order to become someone else and then returns to health much disappointed.

People love as self-recognition what they hate as an accusation.