From birth to death we are alone.

If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.

As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.

Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?

Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!

One can lie, but truth is more interesting.