When I was young I asked more of people than they could give: everlasting friendship, endless feeling. Now I know to ask less of them than they can give: a straightforward companionship. And their feelings, their friendship, their generous actions seem in my eyes to be wholly miraculous: a consequence of grace alone.

Whereas the Greeks gave to will the boundaries of reason, we have come to put the will's impulse in the very center of reason, which has, as a result, become deadly.

May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends!!!

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.

As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.

You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Death means nothing to men like me. It's the event that proves them right.