It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.
I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.
Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.
Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.
For some men, the stronger their desire, the more difficult it is for them to act.
On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.