I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.

One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.

Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.

I never started from ideas but always from character.

Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that's all!

All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to go and invent all sortsof difficulties for themselves and spoil their lives.

Great God, grant that twice two be not four.