Friend is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.

To have lied is to have suffered.

One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.

Years place at last a venerable crown upon a head.

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

The fact is that the beautiful, humanly speaking, is merely form considered in its simplest aspect, in its most perfect symmetry, in its most entire harmony with our make-up. Thus the ensemble that it offers us is always complete, but restricted like ourselves. What we call the ugly, on the contrary, is a detail of a great whole which eludes us, and which is in harmony, not with man but with all creation. That is why it constantly presents itself to us in new but incomplete aspects.

Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.