We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.

Find your happiness in yourself.

Truth, like light is dazzling. By contrast, untruth is a beautiful sunset that enhances everything.

Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

And I too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.

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