Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.

The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel.

Anti-clericalism and non-belief, have their bigots just as orthodoxy does.

Thoughts fly and words go on foot. Therein lies all the drama of a writer.

Perhaps the greatest consolation of the oppressed is to consider themselves superior to their tyrants.