When one has extensively pondered about men, as a career or as a vocation, one sometimes feels nostalgic for primates. At least they do not have ulterior motives.

Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love.

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

People have played on words and pretended to believe that refusing to grant a meaning to life necessarily leads to declaring that it is not worth living. In truth, there is no necessary common measure between these two judgments.

In Holland, everyone is an expert in painting and in tulips.

A man without ethics is a wild beast loosed upon this world.

When I was young, I expected from people more than they could give: neverending friendship and constant excitement. Now I expect less than they can actually can give: to stay close silently. And their feelings, friendship, noble deeds always seem like a miracle to me: a true grace.