I am finding it very hard to get my novel started. I suffer from stylistic abscesses; and sentences keep itching without coming to a head.
What is beautiful is moral, that is all there is to it.
Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.
Adultery ... could be as banal as marriage.
One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.
And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather aremetaphors.