I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.

The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.

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

Old married people look so much alike that they have the same number of hairs in their ears.

A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end.

The slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown.

I had been right I was still right I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well lived it another. I had done this and I hadn t done that. I hadn t done this thing and I had done another. And so?