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

Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself.

Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.

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

His own faith, however, was not lacking in virtues since it consisted in acknowledging obscurely that he would be granted much without ever deserving anything.

I understood, by dint of digging into my memories, that modesty helped me to shine, humility helped me to triumph and virtue to oppress.

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.