Life cannot go on without much forgetting.
A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
The privilege of feeling at home everywhere belongs only to kings, wolves and robbers.