Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?
Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.