faith is like love; when you want it you can't find it, and you find it when you least expect it.
... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.
One changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered.
Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.
Nature distributes her favors unequally.
Ever since time began the world has seemed stupid to those who aren't stupid themselves. It was to avoid that annoyance that I became stupid myself, as fast as ever I could. Sheer egoism, no doubt.