Any man who does not see everything in terms of self, that is to say who wants to be something in respect of other men, to do good to them or simply give them something to do, is unhappy, disconsolate, and accursed.

Man is a mind betrayed, not served, by his organs.

As a general truth, it is safe to say that any picture that produces a moral impression is a bad picture.

If there is a God, atheism must strike Him as less of an insult than religion

The facts: nothing matters but the facts: worship of the facts leads to everything, to happiness first of all and then to wealth.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.