You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.

by making himself a priest made himself a demon.

Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.