Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.

Exuberance is better than taste.

Madame Bovary is myself.

She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.

The citadel of Machaerus rose east of the Dead Sea on a basalt Peak shaped like a cone, girdled by four deep valleys; two about its sides, one in front, and the fourth behind.

It is necessary to sleep upon the pillow of doubt.