For there is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.
With graceful deviations in which caprice is blended with virtuosity.
Sadness had reigned in undisputed sovereignty over his shadowed childhood.
Hence one meets in polite society few novelists, or poets, few of all those sublime creatures who speak of the things that are not to be mentioned.
I feel infinite sadness at seeing how few people are genuinely kind.
People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.
It was impossible for me to thank my father; what he called my sentimentality would have exasperated him.
One felt that in her renunciation of life she had deliberately abandoned those places in which she might at least have been able to see the man she loved, for others where he had never trod.
There is no brew so deadly that it cannot at certain moments become precious and invigorating by giving us just the stimulus that was necessary, the warmth that we cannot generate ourselves.