I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.

A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.

With a little luck that epoch may arrive. I am on the side of those who think that things will go better when the world has changed.

It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.

A man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his life as if he were recounting it.

I enjoy feeling fastidious and aloof. I enjoy saying no, always no, and I should be afraid of any attempt to construct a finally habitable world, because I should merely have to say - Yes; and act like other people.