When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness even to be truly base.
Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.