The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart.

A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel.

You cannot imagine at all how much you interest God; He is interested in you as if there were no one else on earth.

Yesterday, happiness came in suddenly, as it used to, and remained for a moment in the great, dark, silent drawing room.

Within ourselves is not very far and yet it is so far that one's whole life is not always long enough to get there.

Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.

Perhaps the greatest consolation of the oppressed is to consider themselves superior to their tyrants.