We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.

I drank a second mouthful in which I find nothing more than in the first, then a third which gives me rather less than the second. It is time to stop; the potion is losing its magic.

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

There is no idea that does not carry in itself a possible refutation, no word that does not imply its opposite.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

There is no doubt that a person's charms are less frequently a cause of love than a remark such as: 'No, this evening I shan't be free'.