Murder is terribly exhausting.

Finally, and most of all, words failed him.

I have always thought it would be easier to redeem a man steeped in vice and crime than a greedy, narrow-minded, pitiless merchant.

Nothing is given to mankind and what little men can conquer must be paid for with unjust death. But man's grandeur lies elsewhere, in his decision to rise above his condition.

The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.

Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that is celebrated with champagne...Oh no! It's a...long distance race, quite solitary and very exhausting.

Every great work makes the human face more admirable and richer, and this is its whole secret.