The world I live in is loathsome to me, but I feel one with the men who suffer in it

The most exhausting effort in my life has been to suppress my own nature in order to make it serve my biggest plans.

And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

The principles which men give to themselves end by overwhelming their noblest intentions.

Ce que je sais de la morale, c'est au football que je le dois. (I know of morality, it is football that I owe.)

The French Revolution gave birth to no artists but only to a great journalist, Desmoulins, and to an under-the-counter writer, Sade. The only poet of the times was the guillotine.