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

I always feel sorry for people who think more about a rainy day ahead than sunshine today.

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

Night thoughts aren't to be trusted.

People don't really change. Not fundamentally. When they surprise us, it is because we failed to recognize their potentialities.

The strength of weak people constantly appalls me. Have you ever seen a vine kill an oak tree? Deadly.

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