In our well-policed society we recognize that an illness is serious from the fact that we don't dare speak of it directly.

The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.

Revolution, in order to be creative, cannot do without either a moral or metaphysical rule to balance the insanity of history.

We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible.

If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.

As soon as one does not kill oneself, one must keep silent about life.

Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.