Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.
one life would not suffice, mine especially. To touch everything and leave nothing after oneself! Ah! my God! I hope better than that. Ah! I am very cowardly, and under the blow of such a terror I am ready to believe in priests.
To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.
They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate.
I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.