A woman whom we need and who makes us suffer elicits from us a whole gamut of feelings far more profound and vital than a man of genius who interests us.

All the mind's activity is easy if it is not subjected to reality.

It is desire that engenders belief and if we fail as a rule to take this into account, it is because most of the desires that create beliefs end only with our own life.

Our passions shape our books, repose writes them in the intervals.

There was nothing abnormal about it when homosexuality was the norm.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.