He was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way.

As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

In our society, any man who doesn't cry at his mother's funeral is liable to be condemned to death.

Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.

If the only significant history of human thought were to be written, it would have to be the history of its successive regrets and its impotences.

Every man, and for stronger reasons, every artist, wants to be recognized. So do I.