The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it.

In morals, always do as others do; in art, never.

Let us stay at home: there we are decent. Let us not go out: our defects wait for us at the door, like flies.

God, he whom everyone knows, by name.

We don't understand life any better at forty than at twenty, but we know it and admit it

The bourgeois are other people.

In the most complete friendship there is always a little empty space, like the space in an egg.