I do my intellectual work inside myself, and once I am with my fellow creatures it is more or less a matter of indifference to me whether or not they are intelligent as long as they are kind, sincere, etc.

We are ordinarily so indifferent to people that when we have invested one of them with the possibility of giving us joy, or suffering, it seems as if he must belong to some other universe, he is imbued with poetry.

The truth is that every morning war is declared afresh. And the men who wish to continue it are as guilty as the men who began it, more guilty perhaps, for the latter perhaps did not foresee all its horrors.

The tiny, initial clue ... by allowing us to imagine what we do not know, stimulates a desire for knowledge.

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

The only possible paradises are those we have lost

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.