Suffering has roused them from the sleep of gentle life, and every day fills them with a terrible intoxication. They are now something more than themselves; those we loved were merely happy shadows.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

You conquered the landscape with the soles of shoes, not the tires.

It is always brave to say what everyone thinks.

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

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

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory. Like the images the photographer plunges into a golden bath, our sentiments take on color; and only then, after that recoil and that trans-figuration, do we understand their real meaning and enjoy them in all their tranquil splendor.