In the past, the poverty they shared had a certain sweetness about it. When the end of the day came and they would eat their dinner in silence with the oil lamp between them, there was a secret joy in such simplicity, such retrenchment.

You know, [women] do not really condemn any weakness: rather, they try to humiliate or disarm our strengths. That is why women arethe reward, not of the warrior, but of the criminal.

Humans are creatures, who spent their lifes trying to convince themselves, that their existence is not absurd

Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.

For rich people, the sky is just an extra, a gift of nature. The poor, on the other hand, can see it as it is, a gift of infinite grace.

Only he who is uncompromising as to his rights maintains the sense of duty.

Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.