What we call little things are merely the causes of great things.

At the bottom of the modern man there is always a great thirst for self-forgetfulness, self-distraction . . . and therefore he turns away from all those problems and abysses which might recall to him his own nothingness.

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more.

Nothing resembles pride so much as discouragement.

There is no respect for others without humility in one's self.

Mutual respect implies discretion and reserve even in love itself; it means preserving as much liberty as possible to those whose life we share. We must distrust our instinct of intervention, for the desire to make one's own will prevail is often disguised under the mask of solicitude.

Doubt of the reality of love ends by making us doubt everything.