France may one day exist no more, but the Dordogne will live on just as dreams live on and nourish the souls of men.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.

The life of a creator is not the only life nor perhaps the most interesting which a man leads. There is a time for play and a time for work, a time for creation and a time for lying fallow. And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean-when boredom seems the very stuff of life.

A world without hope, but no despair

People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until the blood comes, but you can't get permanently deloused.

Art is only a means to life, the life more abundant. It merely points the way.

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.