There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

We're all special cases.

Old women even forget how to love their sons. The heart gets worn out, Monsieur.

In every guilty man, there is some innocence. This makes every absolute condemnation revolting.

They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.

I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints.

Charm is a way of getting the answer 'Yes' without asking a clear question.