The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army

Equality may be a right, but no power on earth can convert it into fact.

A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.

Vulgar souls look hastily and superficially at the sea and accuse it of monotony; other more privileged beings could spend a lifetime admiring it and discovering new and changing phenomena that delight them. So it is with love.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.