We hope vaguely but dread precisely.

A bad poem is one that vanishes into meaning.

God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

History justifies whatever we want it to. It teaches absolutely nothing, for it contains everything and gives examples of everything.

It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

An intelligent woman is a woman with whom one can be as stupid as one wants.