Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy - common clay, if you like - eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others - the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes

An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.

God is on everyone's side... and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.