Religion is the natural reaction of the imagination when confronted by the difficulties in a truculent world.

In Greece wise men speak and fools decide.

Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked.

History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there.

My remembrance of the past is a novel I am constantly recomposing; and it would not be a historical novel, but sheer fiction, if the material events which mark and ballast my career had not their public dates and characters scientifically discoverable.

The human race, in its intellectual life, is organized like the bees: the masculine soul is a worker, sexually atrophied, and essentially dedicated to impersonal and universal arts; the feminine is queen, infinite fertile, omnipresent in its brooding industry, but passive and abounding in intuitions without method and passions without justice.

People who feel themselves to be exiles in this world are mightily inclined to believe themselves citizens of another.