And real nobility (that of the heart) is based on scorn, courage, and profound indifference.

On good days, if you trust life, life has to answer you.

The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.

Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.

Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

My chief occupation, despite appearances, has always been love.