A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end.

Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it.

It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.

What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.

It's not the struggle that makes us artists, but Art that makes us struggle.

... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.

Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.