Speaking The Truth, Once You Have Started

There Is As Much Vanity In Self-scourgings As In Self-justification.

The Older I Grow The More Sharply I Mistrust Words. So Few Of Them Have Any Meaning Left. It Is Impossible To Write One Sentence In Which Every Word Has The Bareness And Hardness Of Bones, The Reality Of The Skeleton.

A Minor Symptom Of Wars Is The Cancerous Growth Of Committees.

... I Used Words Without Precautions. I Wanted To Disappear Into Them, I Fled Into The Bovaryism Of The Writer Trying To Create An Effect.

In France, Even Heresy Rapidly Hardens Into Dogma.