A young musician plays scales in his room and only bores his family. A beginning writer, on the other hand, sometimes has the misfortune of getting into print.

Of all our games, love's play is the only one which threatens to unsettle the soul...

This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?

Tout bonheur est un chef-d'oeuvre: la moindre erreur le fausse, la moindre hésitation l'altère, la moindre lourder le dépare, la moindre sottise l'abêtit.

Le souvenir n'est qu'un regard posé de temps en temps sur des êtres devenus intérieurs, mais qui ne dépendent pas de la mémoire pour continuer d'exister.

Happiness is a masterpiece: the slightest error compromises it, the slightest hesitation undermines it, the slightest excess corrupts it, the slightest vulgarity defiles it.

Leaving behind books is even more beautiful — there are far too many children.

Attianus had been right in his conjectures: the virgin gold of respect would be too soft without some alloy of fear.

Of all our games, love's play is the only one which threatens to unsettle the soul, and is also the only one in which the player has to abandon himself to the body's ecstasy.

I was willing to yield to nostalgia, that melancholy residue of desire.

It displeases me to have some creature think that he can foresee and profit from my desire, automatically adapting himself to what he supposes to be my taste.

Often you don’t know whether you’re the hero of a romantic comedy or the villain on a Lifetime special until the restraining order arrives.

Many people who have money does not realize that God has blessed them with it for a completely different purpose

How pleased I was to see I strick the Beast to the heart.

You're sad? I'll cheer you up. You're upset? I'd love to listen. All you have to do is come to me, you know I'll be there for you.

The moon is the same but the observers are different.

What we do is more important than what we say or what we say we believe.

I always loved writing songs - writing for myself and demo-ing songs, really with no intention of ever letting anyone else hear them.

Dingoes, jackals, skunks, vipers and weasel are now illegal in New York City. Well great, who's going to run CBS?

The people I used to be surrounded by are getting along without me. Somehow, that really bugs me.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.