How hard it is, how bitter it is to become a man!

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

Democracy is not the law of the majority but the protection of the minority.

I sometimes need to write things which I cannot completely control but which therefore prove that what is in me is stronger than I am.

Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.

Because,' Cormery went on, 'when I was very young, very foolish, and very much alone ... you paid attention to me and, without seeming to, you opened for me the door to everything I love in the world.

We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible.