In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.

People don't love each other at our age, Marthe—they please each other, that's all. Later on, when you're old and impotent, you can love someone. At our age, you just think you do. That's all it is.

It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

I have a very old and very faithful attachment for dogs. I like them because they always forgive.

The realization that life is absurd and cannot be an end, but only a beginning. This is a truth nearly all great minds have taken as their starting point. It is not this discovery that is interesting, but theconsequences and rules of action drawn from it.