Perfume is that last and best reserve of the past, the one which when all out tears have run dry, can make us cry again!

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

The most powerful soporific is sleep itself.

The heart does not lie.

Habit! that skillful but slow arranger, which starts out by letting our spirit suffer for weeks in a temporary state, but that thespirit is after all happy to discover, for without habit and reduced to its own resources, the spirit would be unable to make any lodgings seem habitable.

Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.

So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears.