Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.

There's nothing like desire to prevent the things one says from having any resemblance to the things in one's mind.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.

The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.

Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

There is no idea that does not carry in itself a possible refutation, no word that does not imply its opposite.

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