Misfortune makes of certain souls a vast desert through which rings the voice of God.
Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.
Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.
But woman brings disorder into society through passion.
All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all.