The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge.

We rarely confide in those who are better than we are.

In every guilty man, there is some innocence. This makes every absolute condemnation revolting.

Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me.

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

Charm is a way of getting the answer 'Yes' without asking a clear question.

Virtue cannot separate itself from reality without becoming a principle of evil.