Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.
Each of us has a day .. when he has to accept, finally, the fact that he is a man.
I like reality. It tastes like bread.
Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.