Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.

We are ordinarily so indifferent to people that when we have invested one of them with the possibility of giving us joy, or suffering, it seems as if he must belong to some other universe, he is imbued with poetry.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

The world was not created once and for all time for each of us individually. There are added to it in the course of our life things of which we have never had any suspicion.

That which we remember of our conduct is ignored by our closest neighbour; but that which we have forgotten having said, or even what we never said, will cause laughter even into the next world.

The heart does not lie.