An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.
God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.
Science means simply the aggregate of all the recipes that are always successful. All the rest is literature.
A great man is one who leaves others at a loss after he is gone.
Power without abuse loses its charm.
The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.
That which has always been accepted by everyone, everywhere, is almost certain to be false.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.