All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.

In fact, other people create for lack of power. I, on the other hand, do not need a work: I live.

If absolute truth belongs to anyone in this world, it certainly does not belong to the man or party that claims to possess it.

From Paul to Stalin, the popes who have chosen Caesar have prepared the way for Caesars who quickly learn to despise popes.

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

If there is a soul, it is a mistake to believe that it is given to us fully created. It is created here, throughout a whole life. And living is nothing else but that long and painful bringing forth.

It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.