There is a justice, but we do not always see it. Discreet, smiling, it is there, at one side, a little behind injustice, which makes a big noise.
We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.
God, he whom everyone knows, by name.
if I were to begin my life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little more.
We must be greater than God, for we have to undo His injustice.
Style means the right word. The rest matters little.