A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

A man is a critic when he cannot be an artist, in the same way that a man becomes an informer when he cannot be a soldier.

The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!

For some men, the stronger their desire, the more difficult it is for them to act.

Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

Coffee: Induces wit. Good only if it comes through Havre. After a big dinner party it is taken standing up. Take it without sugar - very swank: gives the impression you have lived in the East.

And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather aremetaphors.