We think we understand each other, but we never really do.

I would love to spend all my time writing to you; I'd love to share with you all that goes through my mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be so beautiful if they could come true.

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

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.

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!

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

When you say you are in love with humanity, you are well satisfied with yourself.