There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

One is not oneself every day-fortunately.

Paris has always seemed to me to be the only city in which one can live as one sees fit.

What makes bad writers so annoying is their good passages.

Seeking revenge: what a lack of foresight.

A good book is never exhausted; we are never exhausted by a good book.

Avoid that romantic trap: saying more than you feel, forcing yourself to feel more than you've said!