Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

It's not the struggle that makes us artists, but Art that makes us struggle.

So the thing that bothered me most was that the condemned man had to hope the machine would work the first time.

A lot of jobs don't allow you to be who you are. There is dignity in work only when it is work freely accepted.

Whoever gives nothing, has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.

To assert in any case that a man must be absolutely cut off from society because he is absolutely evil amounts to saying that society is absolutely good, and no-one in his right mind will believe this today.

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.