Georges Duhamel

I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

Do not trust your memory it is a net full of holes the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?

It is strange what a contempt men have for the joys that are offered them freely.

sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.