Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.

A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.

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

Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.