The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription.
Life is a predicament which precedes death.
The black and merciless things that are behind the great possessions.
When I am wicked I am in high spirits.
There's no more usual basis of union than mutual misunderstanding.
Little by little, even with other cares, the slowly but surely working poison of the garden-mania begins to stir in my long-sluggish veins.