It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us.
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions.
