It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!

The secret of living is to find a pivot, the pivot of a concept on which you can make your stand.

Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.

Whoever has the luck to be born a character can laugh even at death. Because a character will never die! A man will die, a writer, the instrument of creation: but what he has created will never die!

When the characters are really alive before their author, the latter does nothing but follow them in their action, in their words, in the situations which they suggest to him.

The facts are to blame, my friend. We are all imprisoned by facts: I was born, I exist.

When [man] is happy he takes his happiness as it comes and doesn't analyze it, just as if happiness were his right.