I think most people are more important than their opinions.

Heaven and hell seem out of proportion to me: the actions of men do not deserve so much.

The sea is an idiom I cannot decipher.

I have no personal system of philosophy. I never attempt to do that. I am merely a man of letters.

Only in the present do things happen.

Why do you seem so annoyed at what I'm saying?" "Because we're too much like each other. I loathe your face, which is a caricature of mine, I loathe your voice, which is a mockery of mine, I loathe your pathetic syntax, which is my own.

Imprecision is tolerable and verisimilar in literature, because we always tend towards it in life.