There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.
The earth is a great piece of stupidity.
Stupidity talks, vanity acts.
To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.
France lost a great novel last night.
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.