How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived.
A death is the most terrible of facts.
Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.
We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom
emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. this is why all the world is a stage.
All our failures are ultimately failures in love.