A fact is like a sack which won't stand up if it's empty. In order that it may stand up, one has to put into it the reason and sentiment which caused it to exist.

It is the hardest thing to close the open hand of someone you love.

We all have a world of things inside ourselves and each one of us has his own private world. How can we understand each other if the words I use have the sense and the value that I expect them to have, but whoever is listening to me inevitably thinks that those same words have a different sense and value, because of the private world he has inside himself, too.

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true.

If only we could see in advance all the harm that can come from the good we think we are doing.

Each of us when he appears before his fellows is clothed in a certain dignity. But every man knows what unconfessable things pass within the secrecy of his own heart.