It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.

There is no idea, no fact, which could not be vulgarized and presented in a ludicrous light.

I punish myself for my whole life, my whole life I punish.

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.

There are chance meetings with strangers that interest us from the first moment, before a word is spoken.