Adultery ... could be as banal as marriage.

Women want you to deceive them: they force you to, and if you resist, they blame you.

The more humanity advances, the more it is degraded.

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

There is no truth. There is only perception.

The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him.

In her enthusiasms she had always looked for something tangible: she had always loved church for its flowers, music for its romantic words, literature for its power to stir the passions and she rebelled before the mysteries of faith just as she grew ever more restive under discipline, which was antipathetic to her nature.