The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.
Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.
She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.
I will be Chateaubriand or nothing.
Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)
It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive.... We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.