The heart does not lie.

It is not only by dint of lying to others, but also of lying to ourselves, that we cease to notice that we are lying.

It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions

A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.

If, I can someday see M. Claude Monet's garden, I feel sure that I shall see something that is not so much a garden of flowers as of colours and tones, less an old-fashioned flower garden than a colour garden, so to speak, one that achieves an effect not entirely nature's, because it was planted so that only the flowers with matching colours will bloom at the same time, harmonized in an infinite stretch of blue or pink.

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

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