The Russians imitate French ways, but always at a distance of fifty years.
A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader's soul.
This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.
But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.
The only unhappiness is a life of boredom.