I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.

When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

The man who has entered into a beautiful union is sure of at least one person to whom he can give the best that he possesses.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

It is strange what a contempt men have for the joys that are offered them freely.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.