She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

One must laugh and weep, love, work, enjoy and suffer, in short vibrate as much as possible in all his being.

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.

It's a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.

I have come to have the firm conviction that vanity is the basis of everything, and finally that what one calls conscience is only inner vanity.

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.