Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.
Anyone can be heroic from time to time, but a gentleman is something you have to be all the time.
Logic is one thing, the human animal another. You can quite easily propose a logical solution to something and at the same time hope in your heart of hearts it won't work out.
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
Every true man, sir, who is a little above the level of the beasts and plants does not live for the sake of living, without knowing how to live; but he lives so as to give a meaning and a value of his own to life.
A fact is like a sack - it won't stand up if it's empty. To make it stand up, first you have to put in it all the reasons and feelings that caused it in the first place.
I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you.
I would love to spend all my time writing to you; I'd love to share with you all that goes through my mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be so beautiful if they could come true.
Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart.
Whoever has the luck to be born a character can laugh even at death. Because a character will never die! A man will die, a writer, the instrument of creation: but what he has created will never die!
The history of mankind is the history of ideas.
Drama is action, sir, action and not confounded philosophy.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.
When you say you are in love with humanity, you are well satisfied with yourself.
You too must not count too much on your reality as you feel it today, since like yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.
It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!
When the characters are really alive before their author, the latter does nothing but follow them in their action, in their words, in the situations which they suggest to him.