They knew now that if there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love.

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.

A loveless world is a dead world.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

Art and revolt will die only with the last man.

Knowing what [Christ] knew , knowing all about mankind--ah! who would have thought that the crime is not so much to make others die, but to die oneself--confronted day and night with his innocent crime, it became too difficult to go on. It was better to get it over with, to not defend himself, to die, in order not to be the only one to have survived, and to go elsewhere, where, perhaps, he would be supported.

Greatness consists in trying to be great. There is no other way.