To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.

I like the laughter that opens the lips and the heart, shows at the same time the pearls and the soul.

My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.

Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.

To think of shadows is a serious thing.

When you get an idea into your head you find it in everything.

The man who does not know other languages, unless he is a man of genius, necessarily has deficiencies in his ideas.