Look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it.

You can recover from the writing malady only by falling mortally ill and dying.

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.

When I think of all the books still left for me to read, I am certain of further happiness.

It is not enough to be happy, it is also necessary that others not be.

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

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.