One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

To contest an author's right to create a poetic or realistic work is to want to force him to change his temperament, challenge his originality, refuse to allow him to use the eye and the intelligence nature has given him.

It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.

A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.