When I went to Venice I found that my dream had become-incredibly, but quite simply-my address..

However, the danger in [socially unbalanced relationships] is that the subjection of the woman temporarily calms the man's jealousy but also renders ….

Like a kaleidoscope which is every now and then given a turn, society arranges successively in different orders elements which one would have suppose….

L'adulte' re introduit l'esprit dans la lettre quebien souvent le mariage e u" t laisse e morte. Adultery breathes new life into marriages which ha….

Le temps qui change les e" tres ne modifie pas l'image que nous avons garde e d'eux. Although time changes people, it cannot change the image we ha….

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us..

The truth is that every morning war is declared afresh. And the men who wish to continue it are as guilty as the men who began it, more guilty perhap….

La me decine a fait quelques petits progre' s dans ses connaissances depuis Molie' re, mais aucun dans son vocabulaire. Medicine has made a few, s….

And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hi….

For neither our greatest fears nor our greatest hopes are beyond the limits of our strength--we are able in the end both to dominate the first and to….

This labour of the artist to discover a means of apprehending beneath matter and experience, beneath words, something different from their appearance….

We can only be faithful to what we remember, and we remember only what we have known..

...that melancholy which we feel when we cease to obey orders which, from one day to another, keep the future hidden, and realise that we have at las….

The heart does not lie..

When one becomes for an instant one's former self, that is to say different from what one has been for some time past, one's sensibility, being no lo….

Beautiful books are always written in a sort of foreign language..

We see things but we don't see them, like things that slid through the mind, one flowing into another..

The character we exhibit in the latter half of our life need not necessarily be, though it often is, our original character, developed further, dried….

We scornfully decline, because of one whom we love and who will some day be of so little account, to see another who is of no account to-day, with wh….

There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more complet….

Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet..