Every kiss provokes another. Oh, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring to life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.

A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.

The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.

You can't learn the truth about a man's intentions by asking him.

For one cannot change, that is to say become another person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one no longer is.

Desire makes everything blossom

And indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss of death between them and ourselves, just as much as if they were no longer of this world, since the fact that we are no longer in love makes the people that they were or the person that we were then as good as dead?