With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.

Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.

We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.

Nothing is irreparable in politics.

Beauty, real beauty, is something very grave. If there is a God, He must be partly that.

Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?

A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.