There may be responsible persons, but there are no guilty ones.

To assert in any case that a man must be absolutely cut off from society because he is absolutely evil amounts to saying that society is absolutely good, and no-one in his right mind will believe this today.

Of course, true love is exceptional - two or three times a century, more or less. The rest of the time there is vanity or boredom.

There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.

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.

Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.

There was a time when I didn’t at any minute have the slightest idea how I could reach the next one. Yes, one can wage war in this world, ape love, torture one’s fellow man, or merely say evil of one’s neighbour while knitting. But, in certain cases, carrying on, merely continuing, is superhuman.