May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends!!!

He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man.

True artists scorn nothing.

Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.

We [writers] must know that we can never escape the common misery and that our only justification, if indeed there is a justification, is to speak up, insofar as we can, for those who cannot do so.

The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.

Life is the sum of your choices.