One grows out of pity when it's useless.

I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.

Poverty, first of all was never a misfortune for me; it was radiant with sunlight.. I owe it to my family, first of all, who lacked everything and who envied practically nothing.

Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.

Because,' Cormery went on, 'when I was very young, very foolish, and very much alone ... you paid attention to me and, without seeming to, you opened for me the door to everything I love in the world.