Often with good sentiments we produce bad literature.

The less intelligent the white man is, the more stupid he thinks the black.

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

It is not becoming to lay to virtue the weariness of old age.

To know how to free oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one's freedom.

One completely overcomes only what one assimilates.

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.