It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

Earth has its boundaries, but human stupidity is limitless.

What is the beautiful, if not the impossible.

It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your words and make them pop like chestnuts.

I sometimes feel a great ennui, profound emptiness, doubts which sneer in my face in the midst of the most spontaneous satisfactions. Well, I would not exchange all that for anything, because it seems to me, in my conscience, that I am doing my duty, that I am obeying a superior fatality, that I am following the Good and that I am in the Right.

It is an excellent habit to look at things as so many symbols.

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom