Right or wrong, it's very pleasant to break something from time to time.

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.

Learning to love is hard and we pay dearly for it. It takes hard work and a long apprenticeship, for it is not just for a moment that we must learn to love, but forever.

It's in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position.

It's curious and ridiculous how much the gaze of a prudish and painfully chaste man touched by love can sometimes express and that precisely at a moment when the man would of course sooner be glad to fall through the earth than to express anything with a word or a look.

I swear to you gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.

One can't understand everything at once, we can't begin with perfection all at once! In order to reach perfection one must begin by being ignorant of a great deal. And if we understand things too quickly, perhaps we shan't understand them thoroughly.