Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion.

She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.

Stupidity is something unshakable; nothing attacks it without breaking itself against it; it is of the nature of granite, hard and resistant.

In my view, the novelist has no right to express his opinions on the things of this world. In creating, he must imitate God: do his job and then shut up.

I don't believe that happiness is possible, but I think tranquility is.

The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens.

What an elder sees sitting; the young can't see standing.