“When I say to myself 'Bernard,' who comes?”

“Here am I shedding one of my life-skins and all they will say is, 'Bernard is spending ten days in Rome'.”

“There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.”

“When I write a page that reads badly I know that it is myself who has written it. When it reads well it has come through from somewhere else.”

“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? But if I am only for myself, who am I? If not now, when? ”

“I say to myself: "Who are you to measure infinite power?”