Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Men die and they are not happy.

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

Men are never convinced of your reasons, of your sincerity, of the seriousness of your sufferings, except by your death. So long as you are alive, your case is doubtful; you have a right only to their skepticism.

All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.

To create today is to create dangerously. Any publication is an act, and that act exposes one to the passions of an age that forgives nothing.

The best revenge you can have on intellectuals is to be madly happy.