To create today is to create dangerously. Any publication is an act, and that act exposes one to the passions of an age that forgives nothing.

Happiness is generous. It does not subsist on destruction.

They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. But happiness likewise, in its way, is without reason, since it is inevitable.

To two men living the same number of years, the world always provides the same sum of experiences. It is up to us to be conscious of them.

There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.