The French are a race of individuals. There is no type.
Success is a great healer.
Civilization in certain respects is as inadequate as it was a thousand years ago.
fiction is not only the historian of life but its apologist.
The only real rival of love is Art, for that in itself is a deep personal passion, its function an act of creation, fed by some mysterious perversion of sex, and demanding all the imagination's activities.
The very commonplaces of life are components of its eternal mystery.