Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record.

The reading of a fine book is an uninterrupted dialogue in which the book speaks and our soul replies.

In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others.

Self-pity comes so naturally to all of us. The most solid happiness can be shaken by the compassion of a fool.

Men fear silence as they fear solitude, because both give them a glimpse of the terror of life's nothingness.

We don't love a woman for what she says, we like what she says because we love her.

If men could regard the events of their own lives with more open minds, they would frequently discover that they did not really desire the things they failed to obtain.