The only possible paradises are those we have lost

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

No man is a complete mystery except to himself.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

It's odd how a person always arouses admiration for his moral qualities among the relatives of another with whom he has sexual relations. Physical love, so unjustifiably decried, makes everyone show, down to the least detail, all he has of goodness and self-sacrifice, so that he shines even in the eyes of those nearest to him.

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.