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.

People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.

When I went to Venice I found that my dream had become-incredibly, but quite simply-my address.

There is no doubt that a person's charms are less frequently a cause of love than a remark such as: 'No, this evening I shan't be free'.

People who, not being in love themselves, feel that a clever man should only be unhappy about a person who is worth his while; which is rather like being astonished that anyone should condescend to die of cholera at the bidding of so insignificant a creature as the comma bacillus.

Human altruism which is not egoism, is sterile.

The duty and the task of a writer are those of an interpreter.