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

If people only knew what lies at the heart of my novels! What a tumult of desires these carefully written pages conceal! I sometimes have a loathing for the furious cravings that give me no peace except when I am working.

The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed.

I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making them utter what they would most like to keep to themselves.

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

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

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.