Solitude would be ideal if you could pick the people to avoid.

What do people have against convicts? Is living together in the pen of freedom, where young people engage in mutual psychology, any more beautiful?

Language is the only chimera whose illusory power is endless, the inexhaustibility which keeps life from being impoverished. Let men learn to serve language.

A historian is often only a journalist facing backwards.

A bibliophile has approximately the same relationship to literature as a philatelist to geography.

You'd be surprised how hard it can often be to translate an action into an idea.

Many share my views with me. But I don't share them with them.