Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.

Genuine witticisms surprise those who say them as much as those who listen to them; they arise in us in spite of us, or, at least, without our participation,--like everything inspired.

The mind is the atmosphere of the soul.

The idea of the nest in the bird's mind, where does it come from?

God is the place where I do not remember the rest.

Today there are no more irreconcilable enmities, because there are no more disinterested emotions: that's a good thing born from a bad thing.

I resemble the poplar,--that tree which, even when old, still looks young.