A wife loves out of duty, and duty leads to constraint, and constraint kills desire.

The brave men die in war. It takes great luck or judgment not to be killed. Once‚ at least‚ the head has to bow and the knee has to bend to danger. The soldiers who march back under the triumphal arches are death's deserters.

To make ourselves invisible to creditors or to the envious, and even to our own worries, we can take advantage here on earth of a great democratic institution-in fact, democracy's only success-the night.

Those who weep recover more quickly than those who smile.

During war we imprison the rights of man.

There is an invisible garment woven around us from our earliest years; it is made of the way we eat, the way we walk, the way we greet people.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.