The wish to pray is a prayer in itself.

Hell, madame, is to love no longer.

When writing of oneself one should show no mercy. Yet why at the first attempt to discover one's own truth does all inner strength seem to melt away in floods of self-pity and tenderness and rising tears?

The modern state no longer has anything but rights; it does not recognize duties any more.

It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.

Optimism approves of everything, submits to everything, believes everything; it is the virtue above all of the taxpayer.

Faith is not a thing which one loses, we merely cease to shape our lives by it.