All prisons are brimming over with innocence. It is those who cram their fellows into them, in the name of empty ideas, who are the only guilty ones.
A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.
Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.
Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy – and that is life.
God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!
What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating.
The object of art is to give life shape.
The only immorality is not to do what one has to do when one has to do it.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.
We have found other terms far less vague than the old ones to designate the same complaints. It’s a great advance linguistically.
There will always be a lost dog somewhere that will keep me from being happy.
One can be a patriot, you know, without making one’s wife join the breadline.
Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.
All children are sweet at five. But at twelve they begin to get silly.
Life is very nice, but it has no shape. The object of art is actually to give it some and to do it by every artifice possible-truer than the truth.
Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless.
In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Rien n’est vrai que ce qu’on ne dit pas. Nothing is true except that which is unsaid.