One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.

I don't like work... but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - which no other man can ever know.

I am a great foe of favoritism in public life, in private life, and even in the delicate relationship of an author to his works.

Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.

The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.

A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.

The mind of man is capable of anything.