Words express only the feelings we know already.

The birth of love is always accompanied by the idea of solitude. A single being appears, and the rest of the world grows empty.

that sunlight of the dead which is called literature.

collections are amusing only in the making; afterwards they are like sporting prints without the sport. The sons of collectors inherit only the corpse of their fathers' satisfied passion.

One should make one's life a mosaic. Let the general design be good, the colors lively, and the materials diversified.

... love always betrays its intentions.

Words express only the feelings we know already.