The mask, given time, comes to be the face itself

nothing is slower than the true birth of a man

age means nothing. If anything I feel that I'm still a child: eternity and childhood are my ages.

I think still that someone wiser than I might well have remained happy till his death.

Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.

I believe that friendship, like love, of which it is a particular kind, requires nearly as much art as a successful choreography.

The true birthplace is that wherein for the first time one looks intelligently upon oneself; my first homelands have been books, and to a lesser degree schools.