That we cannot rise equal to situations when we are in them — that is the tragedy of life.
They were painfully clean. But inwardly they stank. Never once had they opened the door which leads to the soul; never once did they dream of taking a blind leap into the dark.
I read to be taken out of myself, to become ecstatic.
Better to separate than never to marry.
It is no accident that propels people like us to Paris.
Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.