Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.
Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.
You can't learn the truth about a man's intentions by asking him.
A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.
Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
They like my books better in England than in France; a translation would be very successful there.