Prejudices are the props of civilization.

The color of truth is gray.

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

In order to judge properly, one must get away somewhat from what one is judging, after having loved it. This is true of countries, of persons, and of oneself.

But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.

Long only for what you have.

The truth is that as soon as we are no longer obliged to earn our living, we no longer know what to do with our life and recklessly squander it.