Clarity is the politeness of the man of letters.

There is a justice, but we do not always see it. Discreet, smiling, it is there, at one side, a little behind injustice, which makes a big noise.

Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.

An egotist always resents meeting another egotist as if he alone had the right to be one.

Some people are so boring that they make you waste an entire day in five minutes.

I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.

How describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey.