Lies are essential to humanity. They are perhaps as important as the pursuit of pleasure and moreover are dictated by that pursuit.

We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

But sometimes the future is latent in us without our knowing it, and our supposedly lying words foreshadow an imminent reality.

Human altruism which is not egoism, is sterile.

But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.

Women who are to some extent resistant, whom one cannot possess at once, whom one does not even know at first whether one will ever possess, are the only interesting ones.

For one cannot change, that is to say become another person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one no longer is.