That's love, giving everything, sacrificing all without hope of return.

Maman used to say that you can always find something to be happy about.

There is no more futile punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.

how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!

There is no longer a single idea explaining everything, but an infinite number of essences giving a meaning to an infinite number of objects. The world comes to a stop, but also lights up.

There are more things to admire in men than to despise.