No days, perhaps, of all our childhood are ever so fully lived are those that we had regarded as not being lived at all: days spent wholly with a favourite book.
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.