How could I fail to be a lone wolf, and an uncouth hermit, as I did not share one of its aims nor understand one of its pleasures?

When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.

Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. No man has ever been entirely and completely himself.

A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy.

In any case, the most lively young people become the best old people, not those who pretend to be as wise as grandfathers while they are still at school.

The diabolical thing about melancholy is not that it makes you ill but that it makes you conceited and shortsighted; yes almost arrogant. You lapse into bad taste, thinking of yourself as Heine's Atlas, whose shoulders support all the world's puzzles and agonies, as if thousands, lost in the same maze, did not endure the same agonies.