Passion is the salt of life, and that at the times when we are under its spell this salt is indispensable to us, even if we have got along very well without it before.

My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?

The happiness of others is never bearable for very long.

Unhappiness has nothing to teach, and resignation is ugly.

Writing is just having a sheet of paper, a pen and not a shadow of an idea of what you are going to say.

Illness is the opposite of freedom. It makes everything impossible.

A love affair based on jealousy is doomed from the start ... It is certanly a sign of love, but it's a sign that it's already dying.