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.

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

A dish around which I see too many people doesn't tempt me.

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

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

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.

Thought flies and words go on foot.