The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest - thought, action - is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.

Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.

Childhood is not only the childhood we really had but also the impressions we formed of it in our adolescence and maturity. That is why childhood seems so long. Probably every period of life is multiplied by our reflections upon the next.

A work settles nothing, just as the labor of a whole generation settles nothing. Sons, and the morrow, always start afresh.

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.