The nobility of our calling will always be rooted in two commitments difficult to observe: refusal to lie about what we know, and resistance to oppression.

Old women even forget how to love their sons. The heart gets worn out, Monsieur.

After all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most dreadful of deaths, whereas those who kill him risk nothing except promotion.

Freedom is not a gift received from the State or leader, but a possession to be won every day by the effort of each and the union of all.

If the world were clear, art would not exist.

She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.