You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.

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

As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.

In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.

On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us - ah! what a dream, to live in that! - the other stifles us at the first breath.

There are no ordinary cats.