My sweetheart! When I think of you, it's as if I'm holding some healing balm to my sick soul, and although i suffer for you, i find that even suffering for you is easy.

People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

Life is what matters, life alone - the continuous, eternal process of discovering life - and not the discovery itself.

After all, bluff and real emotion exist so easily side by side.

Without God all things are permitted.

I feel pity for him, and that is a poor sign of love.

We are all happy if we but knew it.