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

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

A powerful idea communicates some of its strength to him who challenges it.

But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand.

A fashionable milieu is one in which everybody's opinion is made up of the opinion of all the others. Has everybody a different opinion? Then it is a literary milieu.

When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.