When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.
Each of us has a day .. when he has to accept, finally, the fact that he is a man.
A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.