Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.

What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.

An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?

The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.