Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.

One must place one's principles in big things. For the small, graciousness will suffice.

An achievement is a bondage. It obliges one to a higher achievement.

It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.

In the end, we would like not to be guilty while at the same time being dispensed of the effort of purifying ourselves. Not enough cynicism and not enough virtue.

That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.

Every writer, big or small, needs to say or write that the genius is always hissed at by his contemporaries. Naturally, this is not true, it happens only occasionally and often by chance. But this need within the writer is enlightening.