There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going.

Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.

Stupidity is an immovable object: you can't try to attack it wiithout being broken by it.

If you participate in life, you don’t see it clearly: you suffer from it too much or enjoy it too much. The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature. All the misfortunes Providence inflicts on him come from his stubborness in denying that maxim.

By trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

Talent is a long patience.