Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle into every finger and toe?

Children are unaccountable little creatures.

I am going to enjoy life in Paris I know. It is so human and there is something noble in the city... It is a real city, old and fine and life plays in it for everybody to see.

To work - to work! It is such infinite delight to know that we still have the best things to do.

My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.