Inexperience loves to preach.
Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels.
The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.
My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.
Die every day. Be reborn again every day.
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.