An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.The English are, I think the most obtuse and barbarous people in the world

A sudden happiness catches me unawares. I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything

What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

People say that eyes are windows to the soul.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

For you, a thousand times over

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

A wise woman never yields by appointment. It should always be an unforeseen happiness.

There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.

Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.

Spring appears and we are once more children.

Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.

The man of genius is he and he alone who finds such joy in his art that he will work at it come hell or high water.

The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.

The difference breeds hatred.

Every true passion thinks only of itself.