When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.

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.

Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the inevitable.

One is not oneself every day-fortunately.

A good book is never exhausted; we are never exhausted by a good book.

Seeking revenge: what a lack of foresight.

Novels are longer than life.