We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.

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.

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.

A picture's beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.

There can be no peace of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.

The truth is that every morning war is declared afresh. And the men who wish to continue it are as guilty as the men who began it, more guilty perhaps, for the latter perhaps did not foresee all its horrors.