We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences fo….

The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not ….

The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not ….

L'adolescence est le seul temps o u' l'on ait appris quelque chose. Adolescence is the only time when we can learn something..

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full..

To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sen….

In love, happiness is an abnormal state..

Nous sommes tous oblige s, pour rendre la re alite supportable, d'entretenir en nous quelques petites folies. We must all indulge in a few follies ….

Perhaps the pleasure one feels in writing is not the infallible test of the literary value of a page; perhaps it is only a secondary state which is o….

Le bonheur est dans l'amour un e tat anormal. In love, happiness is abnormal..

She was "a woman of uncertain age..

What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us..

The disinterest [of my two great-aunts] in anything that had to do with high society was such that their sense of hearing ... put to rest its recepto….

Conversation, which is friendship's mode of expression, is a superficial digression which gives us nothing worth acquiring. We may talk for a lifetim….

We construct our lives for one person, and when at length it is ready to receive her that person does not come; presently she is dead to us, and we l….

Masterpieces are no more than the shipwrecked flotsam of great minds..

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct ratio to the swiftness of our passage..

The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection..

There is probably not one person, however great his virtue, who cannot be led by the complexities of life's circumstances to a familiarity with the v….

For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive….

In times like ours, where the growing complexity of life leaves us barely the time to read the newspapers, where the map of Europehas endured profoun….