Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.

We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes.

In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious.

The opinions which we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinsfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.