The sight of stars always sets me dreaming just as naively as those black dots on a map set me dreaming of towns and villages. Why should these points of light in the firmament, I wonder, be less accessible than the dark ones on the map of France? We take a train to go to Torascon or Roven and we take death to a star.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

Let’s not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it.

I am a man of passions, capable of and subject to doing more or less foolish things- which I happen to regret, more or less, afterwards.

The victory one would gain after a whole life of work and effort is better than one that is gained sooner.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.

Conscience is a man's compass.