We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.

No one who lives in the sunlight of gratitude that things aren't worse makes a failure of his or her life.

Find your happiness in yourself.

I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints.

In order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death... these are things that unite us all.

We all have a weakness for beauty.

Accept life, take it as it is? Stupid. The means of doing otherwise? Far from our having to take it, it is life that possesses us and on occasion shuts our mouths.