We forfeit three-quarters of ourselves in order to be like other people.

Every generation, no matter how paltry its character, thinks itself much wiser than the one immediately preceding it, let alone those that are more remote.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death; every remeeting a foretaste of the resurrection. That is why even people who are indifferent to each other rejoice so much if they meet again after twenty or thirty years of separation.

There is no more mistaken path to happiness than worldliness, revelry, high life.

Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.

He who does not enjoy solitude will not love freedom.

Life is a constant process of dying.