In France, even heresy rapidly hardens into dogma.

I am never happier than when I am alone in a foreign city; it is as if I had become invisible.

In my firm, we dealt in lies. Advertising is that ... the skilful use of the truth to mislead, to spoil, to debase.

I do not think about absent persons as often or with such intense longing as I think of places. They lie one below the other in my mind.

A nation has honor precisely as it has fleas - on this or that body. The statesman who talks of honor - unless he means something else, quite different - is a rogue.

The hunger of the spirit for eternity - as fierce as a starving man's for bread - is much less a craving to go on living than a craving for redemption. Oh, and a protest against absurdity.

My mind is not suited to go much into company.