Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.

Do not be surprised. I do not like writers and I cannot stand their lies. They speak so as not to listen to themselves speak. If they did listen, they would know that they are nothing and then they would no longer be able to speak.

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.

Note, besides, that it is no more immoral to directly rob citizens than to slip indirect taxes into the price of goods that they cannot do without.

Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.

Freedom is not a gift received from the State or leader, but a possession to be won every day by the effort of each and the union of all.

In this vast country that he had so loved, he was alone.