... it is true that I do not respect [human life] more than I respect my own life. And if it is easy for me to kill, that is because it is difficult for me to die.

The truth is that nothing is less sensational than pestilence, and by reason of their very duration great misfortunes are monotonous.

Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.

Life is the sum of your choices.

I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.

Because,' Cormery went on, 'when I was very young, very foolish, and very much alone ... you paid attention to me and, without seeming to, you opened for me the door to everything I love in the world.

I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.