Often it is just lack of imagination that keeps a man from suffering very much.

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.

In reality, every reader is, while reading, the reader of his own self.

If only for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.

The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.

To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state.