history ... a sort of immortality turned upside down. Her life stretched backwards through ten centuries.
that sunlight of the dead which is called literature.
... love always betrays its intentions.
Words express only the feelings we know already.
Children never grow tired; their likes and dislikes are constant; let them laugh at something once and they laugh always; do what you will, they are sure to say, 'Do it again!
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.