Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! And without too many regrets, if possible! Those from which the sap has withdrawn. But, good Lord, what beautiful colors!

The anxiety we have for the figure we cut, for our personage, is constantly cropping out. We are showing off and are often more concerned with making a display than with living. Whoever feels observed observes himself.

A work of art is an exaggeration.

To read a writer is for me not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company.

God lies ahead. I convince myself and constantly repeat to myself that: He depends on us. It is through us that God is achieved.

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

It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.