I am afraid I shall not find him, but I shall still look for him, for if he exists, he may be appreciative of my efforts.

We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.

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

In literature, there are only oxen. The biggest ones are the geniuses-the ones who toil eighteen hours a day without tiring.

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

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

God, he whom everyone knows, by name.