Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.

It is not only by dint of lying to others, but also of lying to ourselves, that we cease to notice that we are lying.

The paradoxes of today are the prejudices of tomorrow, since the most benighted and the most deplorable prejudices have had their moment of novelty when fashion lent them its fragile grace.

A doctor who doesn't say too many foolish things is a patient half-cured.

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

Every kiss provokes another. Oh, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring to life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.

We passionately long that there may be another life in which we shall be similar to what we are here below. But we do not pause to reflect that, even without waiting for that other life, in this life, after a few years we are unfaithful to what we have been, to what we wished to remain immortally.