To kill someone, even treacherously is more manly than to wound a friend by betraying his confidence.

There are three things I always forget. Names, faces and... the third I can't remember.

Health doesn't analyze itself, nor does it look at itself in the mirror. Only we sick people know something about ourselves.

To kill someone, even treacherously is more manly than to wound a friend by betraying his confidence.

You see things less clearly when you open your eyes too wide.

Everyone remembers his past with greater vividness as the present becomes more important. Dying men in their last delirium are supposed to see their whole life spread out before them.

And it is true that life lacks the monotony of museums. There come days which seem worthy of being framed, but they are so full of conflicting sounds, of line and color and living, burning light that they never become tedious.