We live between two dense clouds; the forgetting of what was and the uncertainty of what will be.

If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.

Devout believers are safeguarded in a high degree against the risk of certain neurotic illnesses; their acceptance of the universal neurosis spares them the task of constructing a personal one.

Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.

You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; in just the same way, you learn to love by loving.

Men are not created to know, men are not created to understand ... and our illusions increase with our knowledge.

Nature, in her indifference, makes no distinction between good and evil.