Masterpieces Are No More Than The Shipwrecked

In Reality, In Love There Is A Permanent Suffering Which Joy Neutralizes, Renders Virtual Delays, But Which Can At Any Moment Become What It Would Have Become Long Earlier If One Had Not Obtained What One Wanted -- Atrocious.

Dear Friend: I Have Nearly Died Three Times Since Morning.

The Bonds That Unite Another Person To Our Self Exist Only In Our Mind.

The Sight Of The Little Madeleine Had Recalled Nothing To My Mind Before I Tasted It...

Nobility Is Often No More Than The Inner Aspect Which Our Egotistical Feelings Assume When We Have Not Yet Named And Classified Them.