Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.

A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.

The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.

Chance, my master and my friend, will, I feel sure, deign once again to send me the spirits of his unruly kingdom. All my trust is now in him- and in myself. But above all in him, for when I go under he always fishes me out, seizing and shaking me like a life-saving dog whose teeth tear my skin a little every time. So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.

If I can't have too many truffles, I'll do without truffles.