The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write. At four o'clock in the morning, when the promise of a new day still lingered over French lands, he got up from his pallet and left for the fields, taking to pasture the half-dozen pigs whose fertility nourished him and his wife.

Society has to change, but the political powers we have at the moment are not enough to effect this change. The whole democratic system would have to be rethought.

That is the dream of all novelists-that one of their characters will become 'somebody.'

There are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.

But truths need to be repeated many times so that they don't, poor things, lapse into oblivion.

We are so afraid of the idea of having to die... that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn.

A journey never ends. Only the travellers end.