A person I knew used to divide human beings into three categories: those who prefer to have nothing to hide rather than being obliged to lie, those who prefer lying to having nothing to hide, and finally those who like both lying and the hidden.

If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.

The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.

We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.

That's love, giving everything, sacrificing all without hope of return.

We are not certain, we are never certain.

I know of only one duty, and that is to love.