Life breaks us all but in the end we are stronger in the broken places.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

People who write fiction, if they had not taken it up, might have become very successful liars.

As in no other form of lute or combat, the conditions are such; the winner takes nothing, neither his ease, nor his pleasure, nor any notion of glory, nor if he wins far enough, will he find anything within himself.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it

Yes, they have more money.