Of course I shall go astray often...for who does not make mistakes? But I cannot go far wrong for I have seen the truth.

I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

Listen, in dreams and especially in nightmares, from indigestion or anything, a man sees sometimes such artistic visions, such complex and real actuality, such events, even a whole world of events, woven into such a plot, with such unexpected details from the most exalted matters to the last button on a cuff, as I swear Leo Tolstoy has never invented.

We are citizens of eternity.

Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells.

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.

If there is no God, everything is permitted.