There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved.

Believe in no other God than the one who insists on justice and equality among men.

Faith is an excitement and an enthusiasm: it is a condition of intellectual magnificence to which we must cling as to a treasure, and not squander on our way through life in the small coin of empty words, or in exact and priggish argument.

Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.

I ask the support of no one, neither to kill someone for me, gather a bouquet, correct a proof, nor to go with me to the theater. I go there on my own, as a man, by choice; and when I want flowers, I go on foot, by myself, to the Alps.

Let us accept truth, even when it surprises us and alters our views.

Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

Man...is only too glad to have woman hold strictly to the Christian principle of suffering in silence.

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older one climbs with surprising strides.

One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows the necessary ingredients of happiness - simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience.

I am not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love. That is all. But I love strongly, exclusively, and steadfastly.

Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.

Can one thus resume one's self? Can one know one's self? Is one ever somebody? I don't know anything about it any more. It now seems to me that one changes from day to day and that every few years one becomes a new being.