If you shut yourself up disdainfully in your ivory tower and insist that you have your own conscience and are satisfied with its approval, it is because you know that everybody is criticizing you, condemning you, or laughing at you.

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

Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart.

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

I am an "unrealized" character, dramatically speaking.

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.

There is someone who is living my life. And I know nothing about him.