Nothing is irreparable in politics.

It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout - not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.

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

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.

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

A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.

Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.