Not caring for their lives' is it? Why, what in the world is there that we should care for if it's not our lives, the only gift the Lord never offers us a second time.

But to ask pity of our body is like discoursing in front of an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning than the sound of the tides, and with which we should be appalled to find ourselves condemned to live.

When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest.

A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has the ticket that shows its price.

The reason why life may be judged to be trivial although at certain moments it seems to us so beautiful is that we form our judgment, ordinarily, not on the evidence of life itself but of those quite different images which preserve nothing of life-and therefore we judge it disparagingly.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.

Less disappointing than life, great works of art do not begin by giving us all their best.