I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports.... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

Success as I see it is a result, not a goal.

I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.

What is glory? It is to have a lot of nonsense talked about you.

To be simple is no small matter.

Talent is nothing but long patience.