When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

Death is a continuation of my life without me.

emotion is first of all and in principle an accident

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.

As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.