Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.

This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified.

There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.

I do not think therefore I am a moustache