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

It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.

One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.

Let a prize lower my position, if it causes me to be read; that I prefer immediately to all the honors.

The most powerful soporific is sleep itself.

But to ask pity of our body is like discoursing in front of an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning than the sound of the tides, and with which we should be appalled to find ourselves condemned to live.

We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight! Then we can no longer take them into account in the total which is our personality. But they know of secret paths by which to return to us.