As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

He loved the extensive vaults where you could hear the night birds and the sea breeze; he loved the craggy ruins bound together by ivy, those dark halls, and any appearance of death and destruction. Having fallen so far from so high a position, he loved anything that had also fallen from a great height

Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.

For some men, the stronger their desire, the more difficult it is for them to act.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women

May I die like a dog rather than hasten the ripening of a sentence by a single second!