You are always born under the wrong sign, and to live in this world properly you have to rewrite your own horoscope day by day.

We live for books. A sweet mission in this world dominated by disorder and decay.

I am an old consumer of papers. I cannot avoid reading my newspapers every morning.

What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

We live for books.

And so I fell devoutly asleep and slept a long time, because young people seem to need sleep more than the old, who have already slept so much and are preparing to sleep for all eternity.

I have a good memory. But I would be interested in memory even if I had a bad memory, because I believe that memory is our soul. If we lose our memory completely, we are without a soul.