A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.
The problems that agitate one generation are exstinguished for the next, not because they have been solved but because the general lack of interest sweeps them away.
It is not that things happen to each of us according to his fate, but that he interprets what has happened, if he has power to do so, according to his sense of his own destiny .
The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men’s pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.
We care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God .
We like to have work to do, so as to have the right to rest.
If it is true that one gets used to suffering, how is it that as the years go one always suffers more? No, they are not mad, those people who amuse themselves, enjoy life, travel, make love, fight they are not mad. We should like to do the same ourselves.
Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis, the former know how to act, the latter become uncouth brutes.
Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.
When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.
Because, to despise money, one must have plenty of it.
A corpse is what’s left after waking too often.
I’ve discovered nothing. but do you remember how much we talked when we were boys? We talked just for the fun of it. We knew very well it was only talk, but still we enjoyed it.
Certainly, to have a woman who waits at home for you, who will sleep with you, gives a warm feeling like having something you must say; it makes you glow, keeps you company, helps you to live.
Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.
The only reason why we are always thinking of our own ego is that we have to live with it more continuously than with anyone else’s.
Many men on the point of an edifying death would be furious if they were suddenly restored to health.
I was happy enough; I knew that during the night the whole city might go up in flames and all its people be killed, but the ravines, houses, and footpaths would wake in the morning calm and unchanged.
Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.
What world lies beyond that stormy sea I do not know, but every ocean has a distant shore, and I shall reach it.