Every invalid is a prisoner.

Every life is punctuated by deaths and departures, and each one causes great suffering that it is better to endure rather than forgo the pleasure of having known the person who has passed away. Somehow our world rebuilds itself after every death, and in any case we know that none of us will last forever. So you might say that life and death lead us by the hand, firmly but tenderly.

The mask, given time, comes to be the face itself

[On travel:] Who would be so besotted as to die without having made at least the round of this, his prison?

I have never seasoned a truth with the sauce of a lie in order to digest it more easily

Everything turns out to be valuable that one does for one’s self without thought of profit.

age means nothing. If anything I feel that I'm still a child: eternity and childhood are my ages.