People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.

Affection reproaches, but does not denounce.

Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.

Realism: the wealth of detail guarantees the truth of the tale.

As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.

Errors are more numerous than truths, but fortunately too divided among themselves to take power.

Comedy distances pain, but leaves signs of it everywhere.