An old philosopher said to Monsieur Coignard, a Reverend Father: 'You are a pig!' To which Abad Coignard answered: 'You flatter me, sir. But unfortunately, I'm only a man.'
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
In art as in love, instinct is enough.
Justice is the means by which established injustices are sanctioned
We have drugs to make women speak, but none to keep them silent.
Devout believers are safeguarded in a high degree against the risk of certain neurotic illnesses; their acceptance of the universal neurosis spares them the task of constructing a personal one.