... what is there over which the incomparable beauty of childhood would not triumph?
we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.
I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being.
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.
honesty dies in selling itself.
Humanity is outraged in me and with me. We must not dissimulate nor try to forget this indignation, which is one of the most passionate forms of love.