I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.

The publication of a book only brings very paltry results to its author.

You see what stupid folk my publishers are; but they are all alike.

No religion can be built on force.

Discouragement seizes us only when we can no longer count on chance.

As far as I am concerned I would rather spend the rest of my life in prison than marry again.

It is extraordinary how music sends one back into memories of the past.