We only do well the things we like doing.
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
Hope costs nothing.
You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss.
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.