The Counterfeiters

On ne découvre pas de terre nouvelle sans consentir à perdre de vue, d'abord et longtemps, tout rivage. (One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.)

I prefer granting with a good grace what I know I shan't be able to prevent.

There's no better cure for the fear of taking after one's father, than not to know who he is.

Je ne me sens jamais vivre plus intensément que quand je m'échappe à moi-même pour devenir n'importe qui.

...Gradation; gradation; and then a sudden leap...

When I was younger, I used to make resolutions which imagined were virtuous. I was less anxious to be what I was, than to become what I wished to be. Now, I am not far from thinking that in irresolution lies the secret of not growing old.

In a world in which everyone cheats, it's the honest man who passes for a charlatan.

For what use is it to forbid what we can't prevent? If books are forbidden, children read them on the sly.

Each one of a pair of lovers fashions himself to meet the other's requirements—endeavors by a continual effort to resemble that idol of himself which he beholds in the other's heart.... Whoever really loves abandons all sincerity.

When I was younger, I used to make resolutions, which I imagined were virtuous. I was less anxious to be what I was, than to become what I wished to be. Now, I am not far from thinking that in irresolution lies the secret of not going old.

One can always find hands for a work of destruction.

Characters in a novel or a play who act all the way through exactly as one expects them to... This consistency of theirs, which is held up to our admiration, is on the contrary the very thing which makes us recognise that they are artificially composed.

Those [who] assiduously fabricate for themselves a self-conscious originality, and after having made a choice of certain practices, their principal preoccupation is never to depart from them, to remain for ever on their guard and allow themselves not a moment's relaxation.

- Am rămas multă vreme cu pistolul la tâmplă. Eram cu degetul pe trăgaci. Chiar apăsam puţin ; dar nu destul de puternic. Îmi spuneam : "Peste o clipă voi apăsa mai tare şi glonţul va porni." Simţeam răceala metalului şi îmi spuneam "Peste o clipă n-o să mai simt nimic. Dar înainte o să aud un zgomot îngrozitor..." Dă-ţi seama, atât de aproape de ureche !... Şi asta mai cu seamă m-a reţinut : frica de zgomot... Ceea ce e absurd ; căci din moment ce mori... Da! dar după mine moartea e un fel de somn ; iar o detunăturą nu te adoarme, dimpotrivă, te trezeşte... Da, fără îndoială că de asta-mi era frică. Mi-era teamă că în loc să adorm o să mă trezesc brusc.