Yes, I know what passion would fill me with all its power. Before, I was too young. I got in the way. Now I know that acting and loving and suffering is living, of course, but it’s only living insofar as you can be transparent and accept your fate, like the unique reflection of a rainbow of joys and passions which is the same for everyone.

It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end.

Poverty, first of all was never a misfortune for me; it was radiant with sunlight.. I owe it to my family, first of all, who lacked everything and who envied practically nothing.

Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.

Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and historical tasks is an actual or potential assassin.

A person I knew used to divide human beings into three categories: those who prefer to have nothing to hide rather than being obliged to lie, those who prefer lying to having nothing to hide, and finally those who like both lying and the hidden.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.