Understanding is what wearies us most of all. To live is to not think.
My life is so sad, and yet I do not even consider weeping over it; my hours are so false, and I do not even dream the gesture that might end them.
Most men spontaneously live a fictitious, alien life. Most people are other people, said Oscar Wilde, and he was quite right.
To belong is synonymous with banality.
Success consists in being successful, not in having potential for success. Any wide piece of ground is the potential site of a palace, but there's no palace till it's built.
At the end of this day there remains what was left behind of yesterday and what will be left behind of tomorrow: the insatiable, innumerable longing to be always the same and always other.