Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.
We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us.
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions.
