The less intelligent the white man is, the more stupid he thinks the black.

Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.

But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.

The color of truth is gray.

If one could recover the uncompromising spirit of one's youth, one's greatest indignation would be for what one has become.

Work and struggle and never accept an evil that you can change.

Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?