Woe to him who doesn't know how to wear his mask, be he king or pope!

We ride through life on the beast within us. Beat the animal, but you can't make it think.

Each of us when he appears before his fellows is clothed in a certain dignity. But every man knows what unconfessable things pass within the secrecy of his own heart.

Women are like dreams, they are never the way you would like to have them.

Inevitably we construct ourselves. Let me explain. I enter this house and immediately I become what I have to become, what I can become: I construct myself. That is, I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you. And, of course, you do the same with me.

As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

I am an "unrealized" character, dramatically speaking.