Hope Is A Talent Like Any Other.

In France, Even Heresy Rapidly Hardens Into Dogma.

I Am Never Happier Than When I Am Alone In A Foreign City; It Is As If I Had Become Invisible.

My Mind Is Not Suited To Go Much Into Company.

Perhaps This Is In The End What Most Marriages Are - Gentleness, Memory, And Habit.

I Do Not Think About Absent Persons As Often Or With Such Intense Longing As I Think Of Places. They Lie One Below The Other In My Mind.