“When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.”

Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.

All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.

From someone who doesn’t want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette.

We like to have work to do, so as to have the right to rest.

Don’t mix wine and women.

You don’t remember days, you remember moments.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.

The whole problem of life, then, is this: how to break out of one’s own loneliness, how to communicate with others.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

Human imagination is immensely poorer than reality.

The only reason why we are always thinking of our own ego is that we have to live with it more continuously than with anyone else’s.

For women, history does not exist. Murasaki, Sappho, and Madame Lafayette might be their own contemporaries.

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

When you’re moving in the positive, your destination is the brightest star.

She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

He wears a smile as bright as the heaven he fell from.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

Never be the brightest person in the room.