It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas!

A Lively Retrospect Summons Back To Us Once More Our Youth, With Vivid Reflex Of Its Early Joys And Unstained Pleasures.

One Must Not Trifle With Love

What I Need Is A Woman Who Is Something, Anything: Either Very Beautiful Or Very Kind Or In The Last Resort Very Wicked; Very Witty Or Very Stupid, But Something.

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.

If You Are Weak, Dependent Upon Others, Inclined To Allow Yourself To Be Dominated By Opinion, To Take Root Wherever You See A Little Soil, Make For Yourself A Shield That Will Resist Everything, For If You Yield To Your Weaker Nature You Will Not Grow, You Will Dry Up Like A Dead Plant, And You Will Bear Neither Fruit Nor Flowers.