For the future, I shall rely only upon those elements of my character which I have tested. Who would ever have said that I should find pleasure in shedding tears? That I should love the man who proves to me that I am nothing more than a fool?
Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.
This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
The Russians imitate French ways, but always at a distance of fifty years.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
The more one pleases everybody, the less one pleases profoundly.