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

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.

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

You never so much want to be happy with a woman as when you know that you're ceasing to care for her.

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?

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.