A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.

Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

Old married people look so much alike that they have the same number of hairs in their ears.

The current motto for all of us can only be this: without giving up anything on the plane of justice, yield nothing on the plane of freedom.

Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

If, after all, men cannot always make history have a meaning, they can always act so that their own lives have one.