Every murder strikes at the heart of civilization; it is an attack on all mankind.

People who care nothing about money probably exist or we wouldn't hear so much about them. But I've never encountered one in the flesh.

Nothing is as depressing as absolute logic. Look at the maze of French politics perpetrated by a logical people.

Hatred is one of the poisons; like jaundice, it alters the true colors of things.

The young never take anything seriously if it sounds simple.

It's easy to respond to the hate cries, usually carefully wrapped up in a flag. Perhaps hate is the greatest simplifier of them all. It's the man with the throb in his voice, the man with the easy formula, the man who tries to shout to my emotions instead of speaking to my mind, the man who is sure he is right that I run from like hell.

The only love from which a man never recuperates is the one he never had. The eternal and untarnished illusion.