Drunkenness is never anything but a substitute for happiness.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.

In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.

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

Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.

By the time a philospher answers a question weve usually forgotten what was asked.

The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.