I would love to spend all my time writing to you; I'd love to share with you all that goes through my mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be so beautiful if they could come true.

A fact is like a sack which won't stand up if it's empty. In order that it may stand up, one has to put into it the reason and sentiment which caused it to exist.

Refusing to have an opinion is a way of having one, isn't it?

Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true.

The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die.

Whoever has the luck to be born a character can laugh even at death. Because a character will never die! A man will die, a writer, the instrument of creation: but what he has created will never die!

Personally, I don't give a rap for documents; for the truth in my eyes is not in them but in the mind.