I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.

There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!

But what is the heart, madame? It's worth less than people think. it's quite accommodating, it accepts anything. You give it whatever you have, it's not very particular. But the body... Ha! That's something else again! It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants. A heart doesn't choose, and one always ends up by loving.

In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.