How do you put everyone in the pool, so you have the right to dry yourself in the sun?

Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.

Men and women consume one another rapidly in what is called "the act of love," or else settle down to a mild habit of conjugality. We seldom find a mean between these two extremes.

In the past, the poverty they shared had a certain sweetness about it. When the end of the day came and they would eat their dinner in silence with the oil lamp between them, there was a secret joy in such simplicity, such retrenchment.

It's not your pictures I like; it's your painting.

“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”

Humans are creatures, who spent their lifes trying to convince themselves, that their existence is not absurd