I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.

A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels, You Know.

It Takes A Certain Courage And A Certain Greatness Even To Be Truly Base.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.