I often think with regret of that fresh, beautiful feeling of boundless, disinterested love which came to an end without having ever found self-expression or return. It is strange how, when a child, I always longed to be like grown-up people, and yet how I have often longed, since childhood's days, for those days to come back to me!

Nice passion is reading.

It's bad to be unable to stand solitude.

There are such repulsive faces in the world.

I think the motive force of all our action is, after all, personal happiness.

Men always did and always will err and nothing more than in what they consider right and wrong.