At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.

In truth, I was so good at being a man, with such plenitude and simplicity, that I thought I was something of a superman.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate.

You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

The only really committed artist is he who, without refusing to take part in the combat, at least refuses to join the regular armies and remains a freelance.

I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.