When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.

Indiscretion has always seemed to me to be one of the privileges of tact.

Like all religions, love has more believers than practitioners.

If we keep an open mind, too much is likely to fall into it.

To those who ask if I have read their book, I reply: I have not yet read Homer.

I'm fond of human beings, but only one at a time.

It is time for dead languages to keep quiet.