Law is born from despair of human nature.

Abasement, degradation is simply the manner of life of the man who has refused to be what it is his duty to be.

To be surprised, to wonder, is to begin to understand. This is the sport, the luxury, special to the intellectual man.

The cynic, a parasite of civilization, lives by denying it, for the very reason that he is convinced that it will not fail.

The heart of man does not tolerate an absence of the excellent and supreme.

To write well consists of continuously making small erosions, wearing away grammar in its established form, current norms of language. It is an act of permanent rebellion and subversion against social environs.

Towns are full of people, houses full of tenants, hotels full of guests, trains full of travelers, cafés full of customers, parks full of promenaders, consulting-rooms of famous doctors full of patients, theatres full of spectators, and beaches full of bathers. What previously was, in general, no problem, now begins to be an everyday one, namely, to find room.