How fathomless the mystery of the Unseen is! We cannot plumb its depths with our feeble senses – with eyes which cannot see the infinitely small or the infinitely great, nor anything too close or...

Military men are the scourges of the world.

In fact living is dying.

I had kissed her at odd times, in out of the way corners, in the manner of a mountain guide, nothing more.

…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.

Un rideau de flocons blancs ininterrompu miroitait sans cesse en descendant vers la terre; il effaçait les formes, poudrait les choses d’une mousse de glace; et l’on n’entendait plus, dans le grand silence de la...

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and...

Elle se sentait en même temps indignée contre tous ses voisins, et humiliée d’avoir cedé, souillée par les baisers de ce Prussien entre les bras duquel on l’avait hypocritement jetée.

Every authentically loved being is a kind of god.

Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms

Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: ‘Quick! Quick! Quick!’ And the more she destroys, the more she...

She stayed there, in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, on a chair, without a fire, without a thought.

Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.

Elle se sentait noyée dans le mépris de ces gredins honnêtes qui l’avaient sacrifiée d’abord, rejetée ensuite, comme une chose malpropre et inutile.