Every true man, sir, who is a little above the level of the beasts and plants does not live for the sake of living, without knowing how to live; but he lives so as to give a meaning and a value of his own to life.

Not one of us can lie or pretend. We're all fixed in good faith in a certain concept of ourselves.

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

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

Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.

None of us can estimate what we do when we do it from instinct.

If only we could see in advance all the harm that can come from the good we think we are doing.