Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.

As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.

The profession of letters is, after all, the only one in which one can make no money without being ridiculous.

When the defects of others are perceived with so much clarity, it is because one possesses them oneself.

Literature is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none

Talent is a question of quantity. Talent does not write one page; it writes three hundred.

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