Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette

The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

The only joy in the world is to begin.

Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: "You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching your reactions, and steal your secret by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal flo

Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: "You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching your reactions, and steal your secret by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal

We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends.You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

The whole problem of life is this: how to break out of one's own solitude, how to communicate with others.

The cadence of suffering has begun.

If it is true that one gets used to suffering, how is it that as the years go one always suffers more? No, they are not mad, those people who amuse themselves, enjoy life, travel, make love, fight—they are not mad. We should like to do the same ourselves.

And then we cowardswho loved the whisperingevening, the houses,the paths by the river,the dirty red lightsof those places, the sweetsoundless sorrow—we reached our hands outtoward the living chainin silence, but our heartstartled us with blood,and no more sweetness then,no more losing ourselveson the path by the river—no longer slaves, we knewwe were alone and alive.(Translated By Geoffrey Brock)

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

Every luxury must be paid for and everything is a luxury starting with being in the world.

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

The search for a new personality is futile what is fruitful is the human interest the old personality can take in new activities.

The search for a new personality is futile what is fruitful is the interest the old personality can take in new activities.

Whatever people may say the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis the former know how to act the latter become uncouth brutes.

We do not remember days we remember moments.

No woman marries for money they are all clever enough before marrying a millionaire to fall in love with him first.

The only joy in the world is to begin.