Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.

What every man who loves his country hopes for in his inmost heart: the suppression of half his compatriots.

If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.

I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.