There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

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

In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

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

Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin, and then the work will be completed.

Our entire life, with our fine moral code and our precious freedom, consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!