Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)
Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.
I see black light (his last words)
No doubt it was necessary to civilize man in relation to man. That work is already advanced and is making progress every day. But man must be civilized also in relation to nature.
A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he