When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

If God did not exist, we should have to invent him. If God did exist, we should have to abolish Him.

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.

I do not want to believe that death is the gateway to another life. For me, it is a closed door. I do not say it is a step we must all take, but that it is a horrible and dirty adventure.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.

If Nietzsche is correct, that to shame a man is to kill him, then any honest attempt at autobiography will be an act of self-destruction.