Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. |

Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms. |

It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living. |

The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn. |

Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful. |

Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die. |

Life is a slope. As long as you're going up you're always looking towards the top and you feel happy, but when you reach it, suddenly you can see the road going downhill and death at the end of it all. It's slow going up and quick going down. |

A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one. |

She realized for the first time that two people can never reach each others deepest feelings and instincts, that they spend their lives side by side, linked it may be, but not mingled, and that each one's inmost being must go through life eternally alone. |

The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity. |