And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is burning?
...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.
God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world
Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.
What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!
Then they wondered if there were men in the stars. Why not? And as creation is harmonious, the inhabitants of Sirius ought to be huge, those of Mars middle-sized, those of Venus very small. Unless it...
Sometimes they opened a book and closed it again; what was the point? On other days they had the idea of tidying up the garden, but after a quarter of an hour they felt tired; or of looking at their f...
Poiché la parte vissuta della sua esistenza non era stata nulla di buono, la parte restante sarebbe stata certamente migliore.
Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.
El genio lo da Dios, pero el talento es cosa nuestra; con una inteligencia recta, amor a lo que se hace y una paciencia sin desfallecimientos, se llega a tenerlo.
Avant qu'elle se marîat, elle avait cru avoir de l'amour; mais le bonheur qui aurait dû résulter, de cet amour n'étant pas venu, il fallait qu'elle se fut trompée, songeait-elle. Et Emma, cherchait à...
An overwhelming curiosity makes me ask myself what their lives might be like. I want to know what they do, where they're from, their names, what they're thinking about at that moment, what they regret...
After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.
Emma still had a joyless look, and, habitually, at the corners of her mouth, she had that tightness that crumples the faces of old maids and bankrupts.
The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature.
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it
The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of futur...
The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family.
… Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!
Privea spre cer cu ochi plini de blesteme; dar nici măcar o frunză nu se clinti din această pricină.