Words are the coins making up the currency of sentences, and there are always too many small coins.
I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.
It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.
The less I understand life, the more I live it!
The void yields up nothing. You have to be a great poet to make it ring.
I have no religion,’ says Borneau, ‘but I respect the religion of others. Religion is sacred.’ Why this privilege, this immunity?... A believer creates God in his own image; if he is ugly, his God will be morally ugly. Why should moral ugliness be respectable?