As long as there are flowers and children and birds in the world, have no fears: everything will be fine.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

No wide road leads to God.

How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!

To succeed, you must first believe you can.