Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.

There are certain persons for whom pure Truth is a poison.

Advice is always a confession.

The need to express one's self in writing springs from a maladjustment of life, or from an inner conflict which the adolescent (or the grown man) cannot resolve in action.

You don't love a man for what he says, but love what he says because you love him.

Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy person has no time to form.

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