The pure soul is a pure lie.
Compassion for the friend should conceal itself under a hard shell.
In the dark, time feels different than when it is light.
What we call truths are just those errors that we cannot give up.
A letter is an unannounced visit, the postman the agent of rude surprises. One ought to reserve an hour a week for receiving letters and afterwards take a bath.
We are more pained when one of our friends is guilty of something shameful than when we do it ourselves.