The day had been spent in the expectation of these hours, and now they were crumbling away, becoming, in their turn, another period of expectancy...It was a journey without end, leading to an indefinite future, eternally shifting just as she was reaching the present.

You can't address yourself to women by speaking a language which no average woman will understand. In my opinion, it's wrong.

A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent: this contradiction breeds many misunderstandings.

Even if one is neither vain nor self-obsessed, it is so extraordinary to be oneself - exactly oneself and no one else - and so unique, that it seems natural that one should also be unique for someone else.

History is a great cemetery: men, deeds, ideas are always dying as soon as they are born.

We belong to this earth. Now I can see the truth ... I love you on this earth of ours. Love me, do!

Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.