People who praise illness as bringing out the best in people ought to have their heads examined. Pain forces you to think about yourself, directs your interest to your own body and what is happening to it. You don't reach out benevolently, filled with good will for others. You don't seem to care enough. Pain makes you a little person, not a big one, and not a nice one, except perhaps in the case of saints, and I've never known one.

minutes weren't given you to save but to spend. This is yours - now. Stop and live it.

The only love from which a man never recuperates is the one he never had. The eternal and untarnished illusion.

The young never take anything seriously if it sounds simple.

There's no disillusionment like learning that forbidden fruit can be unpleasant.

Night thoughts aren't to be trusted.

gossip is just the small change of conversation.