In my religion all believers would stop work at sundown and have a drink together.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore.

Two weeks before his death, a friend asked him half jokingly if he had discovered any meaning in life. "Yes," he replied, "there is a meaning; at least, for me, there is one thing that matters - to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people."

We create the world in which we live; if that world becomes unfit for human life, it is because we tire of our responsibility.

Except for poverty, incompatibility, opposition of parents, absence of love on one side and of desire to marry on both, nothing stands in the way of our happy union.

Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.