Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.

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.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.

Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.

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

Truth and freedom, having few lovers, are demanding mistresses.