I have lost the freedom of not having an opinion.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.

Living the same sorrows three times was a suffering, but it was a suffering to relive even the same joys. The joy of life is born from feeling, whether it be joy or grief, always of short duration, and woe to those who know they will enjoy eternal bliss.

How beautiful was the spectacle of nature not yet touched by the often perverse wisdom of man!

A library's ideal function is to be a little bit like a bouquiniste's stall, a place for trouvailles.

There are more people than you think who want to have a challenging experience, in which they are obliged to reflect about the past.

I write what I write.