If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature.

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

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

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.

I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.

If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature.

Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.