I like reality. It tastes like bread.

It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness even to be truly base.

Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.

There will always be a lost dog somewhere that will keep me from being happy.

The true masters of the art of living are already happy.

Nothing is irreparable in politics.

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