Man never reasons so much and becomes so introspective as when he suffers; since he is anxious to get at the cause of his sufferings, to learn who has produced them, and whether it is just or unjust that he should have to bear them.

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

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

I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you.

Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true.

Refusing to have an opinion is a way of having one, isn't it?

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.