I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

I receive letters from workers, from secretaries. . . . They are the most interesting ones.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

There is a universe behind and before him. And the day is approaching when closing the last book on the last shelf on the far left; he will say to himself, "now what?

Take [Stéphane] Mallarme. I hold him to be the greatest of French poets, and I have taken some time to understand him !

When one loves animals and children too much, one loves them against human beings.