There is no good father, that’s the rule. Don’t lay the blame on men but on the bond of paternity, which is rotten. To beget children, nothing better; to have them, what iniquity!
The worthy poor do not realize that their function is to exercise our generosity.
She believed in nothing. Her scepticism alone kept her from being an atheist.
Like all dreamers, I confused disenchantment with truth.
I had found my religion: nothing seemed to me more important than a book. I regarded the library as a temple.
I confused things with their names: that amounts to believing.