You see things less clearly when you open your eyes too wide.

There are three things I always forget. Names, faces and... the third I can't remember.

And it is true that life lacks the monotony of museums. There come days which seem worthy of being framed, but they are so full of conflicting sounds, of line and color and living, burning light that they never become tedious.

Who knows whether, if I had given up smoking, I should really have become the strong perfect man I imagined? Perhaps it was this very doubt that bound me to my vice, because life is so much pleasanter if one is able to believe in one's own latent greatness

Tears throw a veil over our faults and allow us to accuse fate without fear or contradiction.

Misunderstanding women is a clear sign of scant virility.

The fancies of wine are authentic events.