No matter what cause one defends, it will suffer permanent disgrace if one resorts to blind attacks on crowds of innocent people.

The best are led to make greater demands upon themselves. As for those who succumb, they did not deserve to survive.

I'd have given ten conversations with Einstein for a first meeting with a pretty chorus girl.

My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.

But - I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all - that is my trouble.

We're going forward, but nothing changes.