I no longer find such pleasure in that preeminently good society, of which I was once so fond. It seems to me that beneath a cloak of clever talk it proscribes all energy, all originality. If you are not a copy, people accuse you of being ill-mannered.

Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.

I used to think of deathlike I suppose soldiers think of it: it was a possible thing that I could well avoid by my skill.

Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.

The more a race is governed by its passions, the less it has acquired the habit of cautious and reasoned argument, the more intense will be its love of music.

I have a bad memory for facts.

To seem sorrowful is not in good taste: You're supposed to seem bored.