All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

When you want to believe in something, you also have to believe in everything that's necessary for believing in it.

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.