Lies are essential to humanity.

We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.

When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child we were and the souls of the dead from whom we have sprung come to lavish on us their riches and their spells.

Friendship is in the end no more than: " . . . a lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone."

A sleeping man holds in a circle around him the thread of the hours, the order of years and of worlds. He consults them instinctively upon awaking and in one second reads in them the point of the earth that he occupies, the time past until his arousal; but their ranks can be mingled or broken.

The paradoxes of today are the prejudices of tomorrow, since the most benighted and the most deplorable prejudices have had their moment of novelty when fashion lent them its fragile grace.

The loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition.