It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.

Me and my books in the same apartment, like a gherkin in its vinegar.

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

I have come to have the firm conviction that vanity is the basis of everything, and finally that what one calls conscience is only inner vanity.

Talent is a long patience.

I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.

If you knew all the dreams I've dreamed!