We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
It's better to bet on this life than on the next.
There is no shame in preferring happiness.
Life is the result of all your choices.
If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.
Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory....everything is forgotten, even a great love. That's what's sad about life, and also what's wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That's why it's good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion- it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.
I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist.
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.
Those who write clearly have readers.
We do not know how to eliminate evil, but we do know how to feed some of the hungry and heal some of the infirmed.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
Imagination offers people consolation for what they cannot be, and humor for what they actually are.
The society based on production is only productive, not creative.
Truth is not a virtue, but a passion. It is never charitable.
People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.
Every ideology is contrary to human psychology.
There is only one class of men, the privileged class
One always has exaggerated ideas about what one doesn't know.
We all have a weakness for beauty.
Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies.
She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.
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