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

I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.

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

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

Among all the modernized aspects of the most luxurious of industries, the model, a vestige of voluptuous barbarianism, is like some plunder-laden prey. She is the object of unbridled regard, a living bait, the passive realization of an ideal. No other female occupation contains such potent impulses to moral disintegration as this one, applying as it does the outward signs of riches to a poor and beautiful girl.

No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.