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.

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

A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel.

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.

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

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

Thought flies and words go on foot.