I rebel; therefore I exist.

It is impossible to give a clear account of the world, but art can teach us to reproduce it-just as the world reproduces itself in the course of its eternal gyrations. The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.

God put self-pity by the side of despair like the cure by the side of the disease.

My life was lucky so that I met, I loved (and disappointed) only outstanding people.

Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.