He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her

It is impossible to be among the woods animals on their own ground without a feeling of expanding one's own world, as when any foreign country is visited.

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

the truth is artistically fallacious.

people in general are totally unable to detach the personality of a writer from the products of his thinking.

He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her

We cannot live without the Earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men