The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man – the one he used to be.
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else’s body.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love – any love – reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
Love is the cheapest of religions.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.