Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.

That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.

We all have a weakness for beauty.

It is immoral not to tell.

All healthy men have thought of their own suicide

In order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death... these are things that unite us all.

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.