Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it.

Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.

We are minor in everything but our passions.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.

Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.

Nature a, (ce crains-je) elle mesme attaché à l'homme quelque instinct à l'inhumanité

No man can be skillful without first investing his time into relentless rehearsals.

Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.

There is no man so low down that the cure for his condition does not lie strictly within himself.

It helped me in the air to keep my small mind contained in earthly human limits not lost in vertiginous space and elements unknown.

I never drank except a couple sips of wine at Thanksgiving.

All of us, as bodies, are in the active position of figuring out how to live with and against the constructions - or norms - that help to form us.

I think there was always that question mark of why am I not in St. Louis anymore? I think everybody had those questions and probably had those perceptions of me.

War is ninety percent information.

Everything beautiful has a mark of eternity.