To have a horror of the bourgeois is bourgeois.

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

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

If I had my life to live over again, I would ask that not a thing be changed, but that my eyes be opened wider.

An egotist always resents meeting another egotist as if he alone had the right to be one.

It is easy for a somebody to be modest, but it is difficult to be modest when one is a nobody.

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.