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

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

What stops me from taking myself seriously, even though I am essentially a serious person, is that I find myself extremely ridiculous, not in the sense of the small-scale ridiculousness of slap-stick comedy, but rather in the sense of ridiculousness that seems intrinsic to human life and that manifests itself in the simplest actions and the most extraordinary gestures.

On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

Doesn't it seem to you," asked Madame Bovary, "that the mind moves more freely in the presence of that boundless expanse, that the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to thoughts of the infinite and the ideal?

How you measure the performance of your managers directly affects the way they act.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.