O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!

Spring, which germinated in the earth, moved also with a strange restlessness, in the hearts of... women. As the weeks passed, inextinguishable hope, which mounts with the rising sap, looked from their faces.

What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.

Experience has taught me that the only cruelties people condemn are those with which they do not happen to be familiar.

The suitable is the last thing we ever want.

Youth is the period of harsh judgments, and a man seldom learns until he reaches thirty that human nature is made up not of simples, but of compounds.