Sometime I think; and sometime I am.

To be sincere means to be the same person when one is with oneself; that is to say, alone - but that is all it means.

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.

It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.

All nations have present, or past, or future reasons for thinking themselves incomparable.

Order always weighs on the individual. Disorder makes him wish for the police or for death. These are two extreme circumstances in which human nature is not at ease.

Thought must be hidden in the verse like nutritional virtue in a fruit.