On Love:
Love is a reciprocal torture.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
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On Life:
Life is extraordinarily suave and sweet with certain natural, witty, affectionate people who have unusual distinction and are capable of every vice, but who make a display of none in public and about whom no one can affirm they have a single one. There is something supple and secret about them. Besides, their perversity gives spice to their most innocent occupations, such as taking a walk in the garden at night.
On Death:
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
On Happiness:
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.