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

Woman - for example, look at her case! She turns tantalizing inviting glances on you. You seize her. No sooner does she feel herself in your grasp than she closes her eyes. It is a sign of her mission, the sign by which she says to man: "Blind yourself, for I am blind."

Personally, I don't give a rap for documents; for the truth in my eyes is not in them but in the mind.

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!

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

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

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.