In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
I don't want people to love me. It makes for obligations.
When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.
A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.