Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.
Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose a future.
Truth and freedom, having few lovers, are demanding mistresses.
The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. But happiness likewise, in its way, is without reason, since it is inevitable.
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.
You always get exaggerated notions of things you don't know anything about.