The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.

A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.

I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.

When she raises her eyelids it's as if she were taking off all her clothes.

The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.

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.

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.