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.

It is unthinkable for a Frenchman to arrive at middle age without having syphilis and the Cross of the Legion of Honor.

The most gifted natures are perhaps also the most trembling.

To understand is nothing, but to be understood-that is the problem and the source of anguish. The soul throbs and would have the other know-but can not and feels isolated. Then come gestures, words, awkward explanations and material symbols for imponderable outbursts of feeling-and the soul despairs.

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

From the satisfaction of desire there may arise, accompanying joy and as it were sheltering behind it, something not unlike despair.

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