Suffering is the main condition of the artistic experience.

I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.