I promise to be a splendid husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, won't in my sky every day...

A man wants nothing so badly as a gooseberry farm.

I often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? Suppose we could use one life, already ended, as a sort of rough draft for another? I think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light ... I have a wife and two daughters, my wife's health is delicate and so on and so on, and if I had to begin life all over again I would not marry. ... No, no!

The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.

The wealthy are always surrounded by hangers-on; science and art are as well.

It's easier to write about Socrates than about a young woman or a cook.

Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be master of their feelings and thoughts.