Yes, I'm Happy, In Human Terms.

Old Women Even Forget How To Love Their Sons. The Heart Gets Worn Out, Monsieur.

Nothing Is More Despicable Than Respect Based On Fear.

I Do Not Want To Believe That Death Is The Gateway To Another Life. For Me, It Is A Closed Door. I Do Not Say It Is A Step We Must All Take, But That It Is A Horrible And Dirty Adventure.

I Have No Friends, I Only Have Accomplices Now. On The Other Hand, My Accomplices Are More Numerous Than My Friends: They Are The Human Race.

History Has Shown That The Less People Read, The More Books They Buy.