That provisional tomb where the living exile sighs, weeps, fights and succumbs, and is born again, remembering nothing, with the day |
The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives. |
The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time. |
Truffles must come to the table in their own stock [and] as you break open this jewel sprung from a poverty-stricken soil, imagine-if you have never visited it-the desolate kingdom where it rules. |
We don't feel at ease here: we are surrounded by too much beauty |
We only do well the things we like doing |
What a delight it is to make friends with someone you have despised |
What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner |
Who said you should be happy? Do your work |
You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. |