Often we allow ourselves to be upset by small things we should despise and forget. We lose many irreplaceable hours brooding over grievances that, in a year’s time, will be forgotten by us and by...

Gerçekten aşık bir kadının kişiliği yoktur, hiçbir zaman; bir kişiliği olduğunu söyler, kendini buna inandırmaya çalışır, ama doğru değildir. hayır, sevdiği adamın kendisinde bulmak istediği kadını anlamaya, o kadın olmaya çalışır.’(Isabelle)

Happiness is never there to stay […] Happiness is merely a respite offered by inquietude.

[…] marriage is one thing, and love is another…You need to have a solid canvas; nobody stops you to weave the arabesques…

Almost all great writers have as their motif, more or less disguised, the passage from childhood to maturity, the clash between the thrill of expectation and the disillusioning knowledge of truth. ‘Lost Illusion’ is the...

One might have said that reason made him flee from reason.