What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
Put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.”, 1964)
The writer who loses his self-doubt, who gives way as he grows old to a sudden euphoria, to prolixity, should stop writing immediately: the time has come for him to lay aside his pen.
I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.
look for a long time at what pleases you, and longer still at what pains you…
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
Don’t you think, that there are very few men who know, without raising their voice or changing their tone, to say…what has to be said?
You were listening at the door, Gigi!””No, Grandmamma.””Yes, you had your ear to the keyhole. You must never listen at key-holes. You don’t hear properly and so you get things all wrong.
There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.
By associating with the cat, one only risks becoming richer.
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
You will do foolish things but do them with enthusiasm.
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
Friendship which is of its nature a delicate thing fastidious slow of growth is easily checked will hesitate demur recoil where love good old blustering love bowls ahead and blunders through every obstacle.
When she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes.
As for an authentic villain the real thing the absolute the artist one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.
The woman who thinks she is intelligent demands equal rights with men. A woman who is intelligent does not.