The Object Of Art Is To Give

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

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

In Your Efforts To Dazzle Us Your Reasoning Has Gone Awry. You Know Very Well That Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

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

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.