Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours.

Art is the contemplation of the world in a state of grace.

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

He had thrown himself away, he had lost interest in everything, and life, falling in with his feelings, had demanded nothing of him. He had lived as an outsider, an idler and onlooker, well liked in his young manhood, alone in his illness and advancing years. Seized with weariness, he sat down on the wall, and the river murmured darkly in his thoughts.

There is a miracle in every new beginning