I think, therefore I am' is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches.

Why don't you ever use your strength on me?" she said. Because love means renouncing strength," said Franz softly.

Tell me, where in life is there a value that would make us consider suicide uncalled for on principle! Love? Or friendship? I guarantee that friendship is not a bit less fickle than love and it is impossible to build anything on it. Self-love? I wish it were possible.

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

The novel is a territory where one does not make assertions; it is a territory of play and of hypotheses.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.

she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others.