The life of a writer is tragic: the more we advance, the farther there is to go and the more there is to say, the less time there is to say it.

I felt the vulnerability, the fragility of the children of the world, and how it was, nonetheless, on their frail shoulders that we loaded the weight of our weary hopes and eternal new beginnings.

One knows less about one's own destiny than about anything else on earth.

The life of a writer is tragic: the more we advance, the farther there is to go and the more there is to say, the less time there is to say it.

The more the heart is nourished with happiness, the more it is insatiable.

Of all things that can happen to us, triumph is the most difficult to endure when we are alone. Deprived of witnesses, it shrinks at once.

poverty is like a pain, dormant and unbearable as long as you don't move about too much. You grow used to it, you end up by paying no attention to it. But once you presume to bring it out in the daylight, it becomes terrifying, you see it at last in all its squalor and you shrink from exposing it to the sun.