To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.

The true solitary ... will feel that he is himself only when he is alone; when he is in company he will feel that he perjures himself, prostitutes himself to the exactions of others; he will feel that time spent in company is time lost; he will be conscious only of his impatience to get back to his true life.

Things were not tragic for us then, because although we cared passionately we didn't care deeply.

It isn't that I don't like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.

Travel is in sad case. It is uncomfortable, it is expensive; it is a source of annoyance to our friends, and of loneliness to ourselves.

The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised.

Flowers really do intoxicate me.