There is love of course. And then there’s life, its enemy.
Things are beautiful if you love them.
Talent is a faucet. When it is on, one must write. Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
C’est plein de disputes, un bonheur.
Our entire life – consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path.
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it’s not just a trick of the devil.
Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
Life is a child playing round your feet, a tool you hold firmly in your grip, a bench you sit down upon in the evening, in your garden.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
Nothing is irreparable in politics.
It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn’t waiting for me.