It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.
The true masters of the art of living are already happy.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
Life is very nice, but it has no shape. The object of art is actually to give it some and to do it by every artifice possible-truer than the truth.
Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.