Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.

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

The color of truth is gray.

Obtain from yourself all that makes complaining useless. No longer implore from others what you yourself can obtain.

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.

Most often it happens that one attributes to others only the feelings of which one is capable oneself.

The bad novelist constructs his characters; he directs them and makes them speak. The true novelist listens to them and watches them act; he hears their voices even before he knows them.