If he's getting married, he's not longer interesting.

On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of the Virgin, and returned full of pride to show my blessed posy. My mother laughed her irreverent laugh and, looking at my bunch of flowers, which was bringing the may-bug into the sitting-room right under the lamp, she said: Do you suppose it wasn't already blessed before?

There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.

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.

beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

To write is to pour one’s innermost self passionately upon the tempting paper, at such frantic speed that sometimes one’s hand struggles and rebels, overdriven by the impatient god which guides it - and to find, next day, in place of the golden bough that bloomed miraculously in that dazzling hour, a withered bramble and a stunted flower.

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.