The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.
The true perfection of man lies not in what man has, but in what man is.
I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.
He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives.
There are works which wait, and which one does not understand for a long time; the reason is that they bring answers to questions which have not yet been raised; for the question often arrives a terribly long time after the answer.
In a very ugly and sensible age, the arts borrow, not from life, but from each other.