... I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.

The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate.

In normal times all of us know, whether consciously or not, that there is no love which can't be bettered; nevertheless, we reconcile ourselves more or less easily to the fact that ours has never risen above the average.

I have no friends, I only have accomplices now. On the other hand, my accomplices are more numerous than my friends: they are the human race.

But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

Nothing in life is worth, turning your back on, if you love it.