Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms

Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.

And taking her friend’s hand, she put it on her breast, on that firm round covering of a woman’s heart which the male often finds so satisfying that he makes no attempt to find what lies beneath it.

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.

We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs... of our barbarous ancestors.

History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.