God is on everyone's side... and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.
It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness even to be truly base.
Life is very nice, but it has no shape. The object of art is actually to give it some and to do it by every artifice possible-truer than the truth.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.