I was not at all worried about finding my doctor boring; I expected from him, thanks to an art of which the laws escaped me, that he pronounce concerning my health an indisputable oracle by consulting my entrails.

I had come in time to learn that it was a mistake to smile a friendly smile when somebody made a fool of me.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

I was left alone there in the company of the orchids, roses and violets, which, like people waiting beside you who do not know you, preserved a silence which their individuality as living things made all the more striking, and warmed themselves in the heat of a glowing coal fire.

The duty and the task of a writer are those of an interpreter.

Unkind people imagine themselves to be inflicting pain on someone equally unkind.

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