We rarely confide in those who are better than we are.

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

…there's no question of heroism in all this. It's a matter of common decency. That's an idea which may make some people smile, but the only means of fighting a plague is - common decency.

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent.

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

To be born to create, to love, to win at games is to be born to live in time of peace. But war teaches us to lose everything and become what we were not. It all becomes a question of style.