My life was lucky so that I met, I loved (and disappointed) only outstanding people.

Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire.

May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends!!!

The world I live in is loathsome to me, but I feel one with the men who suffer in it

Great novelists are philosopher novelists - that is, the contrary of thesis-writers.

We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.

Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love.

But,' I reminded myself, 'it's common knowledge that life isn't worth living, anyhow.

But who would dare condemn me in this world with no judges, where no one is innocent!

Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.

And then came human beings; humans wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

How do you put everyone in the pool, so you have the right to dry yourself in the sun?

There is a solitude in poverty, but a solitude which restores to each thing its value.

There are people who vindicate the world, who help others live just by their presence.

A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.

Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose a future.

Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?

A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.

The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

Even when one sits in the prisoner's dock, it is interesting to hear talk about oneself.

One must place one's principles in big things. For the small, graciousness will suffice.

In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul

How many crimes are permitted simply because their authors could not endure being wrong.

What the world requires of the Christians is that they should continue to be Christians.

That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else.

the one who doesnt play, doesnt win anything, but he actually looses somehting, {playing}

Everyone would like to behave like a pagan, with everyone else behaving like a Christian.

The principles which men give to themselves end by overwhelming their noblest intentions.

Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value, and its face of eternal youth.

The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.

It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end.

The most elementary form of rebellion, paradoxically , expresses an aspiration for order .

There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.

Rebellion cannot exist without the feeling that somewhere, in some way, you are justified.

In a world that has ceased to believe in sin, the artist is responsible for the preaching.

So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.

It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.

It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.

I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.

Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.

By definition, a government has no conscience. Sometimes it has a policy, but nothing more.

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.

Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.

Old married people look so much alike that they have the same number of hairs in their ears.

Happiness is not everything and men have their duties. Mine is to find my mother, a homeland

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