Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois

Certainly, To Have A Woman Who Waits At Home For You, Who Will Sleep With You, Gives A Warm Feeling Like Having Something You Must Say; It Makes You Glow, Keeps You Company, Helps You To Live.

You Need A Village, If Only For The Pleasure Of Leaving It. A Village Means That You Are Not Alone, Knowing That In The People, The Trees, The Earth, There Is Something That Belongs To You, Waiting For You When You Are Not There.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

The Real Affliction Of Old Age Is Remorse.

You Cannot Insult A Man More Atrociously Than By Refusing To Believe He Is Suffering .