Men like us are good and proud and strong...if we had a faith, a God, nothing could undermine us. But we had nothing, we had to learn everything, and living for honor alone has its weaknesses.

I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.

Existence is illusory and it is eternal.

All that I know most surely about morality and obligations I owe to football.

I am alive again, now that I can no longer stand to live.

Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value, and its face of eternal youth.

The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.