stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise . . . that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

Maman used to say that you can always find something to be happy about.

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.

We must learn how to lend ourselves to dreaming when dreams lend themselves to us.

The only conception of freedom I can have is that of the prisoner or the individual in the midst of the State. The only one I know is freedom of thought and action.