If only we could lean over the soul we love and see as in a mirror the image we cast!

The individual man tries to escape the race. And as soon as he ceases to represent the race, he represents man.

The important thing is being capable of emotions, but to experience only one's own would be a sorry limitation.

Prejudices are the props of civilization.

The color of truth is gray.

I would like the events never to be told directly by the author, but rather to be introduced (and several times, from various angles) by those among the characters on whom they will have had any effect. I would like those events, in the account they will make of them, to appear slightly distorted; a kind of interest stems, for the reader, from the simple fact that he should need to restore. The story requires his collaboration in order to properly take shape.

The belief that becomes truth for me... is that which allows me the best use of my strength, the best means of putting my virtues into action.