One can't love humanity. One can only love people.
Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.
So long as one is happy one can endure any discipline: it was unhappiness that broke down the habits of work.
In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.
Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector.
There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost