Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.

Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.

To be audacious with tact, you have to know to what point you can go too far.

There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.

Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.