Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.

I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.

Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.

I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I'd been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

I have no friends, I only have accomplices now. On the other hand, my accomplices are more numerous than my friends: they are the human race.

You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.