My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved. - Colette

The writer who loses his self-doubt, who gives way as he grows old to a sudden euphoria, to prolixity, should stop writing immediately: the time has come for him to lay aside his pen.

Le monde des èmotions qu’on nomme, á la lègére, physiques.

On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us — ah! what a dream, to live in that! — the other stifles us at the first breath.