What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

Friendship is not so simple. It is hard to get and takes a long time, but when one ha it one cannot get rid of it, one has to face it.

If God did not exist, we should have to invent him. If God did exist, we should have to abolish Him.

Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.

Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world; yet somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky.

On good days, if you trust life, life has to answer you.

And real nobility (that of the heart) is based on scorn, courage, and profound indifference.