In love there is no status quo.
What makes bad writers so annoying is their good passages.
All expression, all art, is an indiscretion we commit against ourselves. This is not an 'impoverishment' but an increase in wealth, for it is in this way that we make the short hours of our lives live on beyond themselves.
It is time for dead languages to keep quiet.
Silence too can be indiscreet.
One is not oneself every day-fortunately.