To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

I have nothing but wastes and wilds of self-translation before me for many miserable months to come.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.