The one thing more difficult than following a regime is keeping from imposing it on others.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct ratio to the swiftness of our passage.

In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious.

If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.