that sunlight of the dead which is called literature.
there are no nationalities in heaven.
One should make one's life a mosaic. Let the general design be good, the colors lively, and the materials diversified.
The birth of love is always accompanied by the idea of solitude. A single being appears, and the rest of the world grows empty.
... love always betrays its intentions.
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.