Life Has No Meaning The Moment You

Ah! How I Hate The Crimes Of The New Generation: They Are Dry And Sterile As Darnel.

Better A Good Journalist Than A Poor Assassin.

I Am Alone In This White, Garden-rimmed Street. Alone And Free. But This Freedom Is Rather Like Death.

To Choose This Or That Is To Affirm At The Same Time The Value Of What We Choose, Because We Can Never Choose Evil. We Always Choose The Good, And Nothing Can Be Good For Us Without Being Good For All.

One Cannot Become A Saint When One Works Sixteen Hours A Day.