If a man has his throat cut in Paris, it's a murder. If 50,000 people are murdered in the east, it is a question.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

We should judge a man much more surely from what he dreams than from what he thinks.

The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

If she gives me all her time it is because I have all her heart.

I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work, I prosper, I do good business, I have houses to rent, money in State Securities; I am happy, I have wife and children; I like all these things and I want to go on living, so leave me alone."... There are moments when all this casts a deep chill on the large-minded pioneers of the human race.