… Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!

On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.

Do not imagine you can exorcise what oppresses you in life by giving vent to it in art.

The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.

There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me

They took each other's advice, opened one book, went over to another, then did not know what to decide when opinions diverged so widely.