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

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.

Chance, my master and my friend, will, I feel sure, deign once again to send me the spirits of his unruly kingdom. All my trust is now in him- and in myself. But above all in him, for when I go under he always fishes me out, seizing and shaking me like a life-saving dog whose teeth tear my skin a little every time. 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.

A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.

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

A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men...

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