We reproach people for talking about themselves but it is the subject they treat best.

An old philosopher said to Monsieur Coignard, a Reverend Father: 'You are a pig!' To which Abad Coignard answered: 'You flatter me, sir. But unfortunately, I'm only a man.'

One thing above all gives charm to men's thoughts, and this is unrest. A mind that is not uneasy irritates and bores me.

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.

All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.

I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being.

You think you are dying for your country; you die for the industrialists.