By trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream

Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your words and make them pop like chestnuts.

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

Everyone, either from modesty or egotism, hides away the best and most delicate of his soul’s possessions; to gain the esteem of others, we must only ever show our ugliest sides; this is how we keep ourselves on the common level