We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one.
Monsieur l'abbé, I detest what you write, but I would give my life to make it possible for you to continue to write.
One should always aim at being interesting, rather than exact.
Learn to cultivate your own garden.
Writing is the painting of the voice.
It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love.