Cities are the sinks of the human race.
It is not I that am drawing, it is this thing at the end of my hand.
If a king tries to start a war, a mother should go to him and forbid it.
When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself "Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!"
Hatred as well as love, renders its votaries credulous.
The more humanity owes the poor man, the more society denies him.