When one has no character, one HAS to apply a method. Here it did wonders incontrovertibly, and I am living on the site of one of the greatest crimes in human history.

It's not your pictures I like; it's your painting.

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

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible.

I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.

Do you believe in God, doctor?" No - but what does that really mean? I'm fumbling in the dark, struggling to make something out. But I've long ceased finding that original.

Everybody knows life isn't worth living.