How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!

One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.

He had, they said, tasted in succession all the apples of the tree of knowledge, and, whether from hunger or disgust, had ended by tasting the forbidden fruit.

Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.

I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.

Logic ignores the almost, just as the sun ignores the candle.