How can we have the courage to wish to live, how can we make a movement to preserve ourselves from death, in a world where love is provoked by a lie and consists solely in the need of having our sufferings appeased by whatever being has made us suffer?

...the nose is generally the organ in which stupidity is most readily displayed.

Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.

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!

Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.

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

One reads the papers as one wants to with a bandage over one's eyes without trying to understand the facts, listening to the soothing words of the editor as to the words of one s mistress.