Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.

I am going away with him to an unknown country where I shall have no past and no name, and where I shall be born again with a new face and an untried heart.

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.

I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.