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

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things... They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.

Respectable people... What bastards!

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.

The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better.