Saintliness is also a temptation.

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

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.

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

The true masters of the art of living are already happy.

When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.