True eloquence forgoes eloquence.

The itch is a mean, unconfessable, ridiculous malady; one can pity someone who is suffering ; someone who wants to scratch himself makes one laugh.

It would be wisest not to worry too much about the sterile periods. They ventilate the subject and instill into it the reality of daily life.

There is a law in life: When one door closes to us another one opens.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.

What seems different in yourself; that's the rare thing you possess. The one thing that gives each of us his worth, and that's just what we try to suppress. And we claim to love life.

There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.