On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us - ah! what a dream, to live in that! - the other stifles us at the first breath.

The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.

So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

If he's getting married, he's not longer interesting.

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