A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.

There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.

One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.

A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.

There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare.

One must live as if it would be forever, and as if one might die each moment. Always both at once.

It is bitter to lose a friend to evil before one loses him to death.