We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.

Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.

A woman whom we need and who makes us suffer elicits from us a whole gamut of feelings far more profound and vital than a man of genius who interests us.

Beautiful books are always written in a sort of foreign language.

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

Love is an incurable malady like those pathetic states in which rheumatism affords the sufferer a brief respite only to be replaced by epileptiform headaches.