Martyrdom has always been a proof of the intensity, never of the correctness of a belief.

No specter assails us in more varied disguises than loneliness, and one of its most impenetrable masks is called love.

To be ready is one thing, to be able to wait is another; but to seize the right moment is everything.

Most people who have been done a favor consider it an opportunity to show their incorruptibility rather than their gratitude. This is not only considerably cheaper morally, but it sometimes increases their pride so much that pretty soon they look down on their benefactor.

Sleep does make us all equal, it seems to me, like his big brother-Death.

It's easy to write one's memoirs when one has a terrible memory.

I write of love and death. What other subjects are there?