Chaos Is Order Yet Undeciphered.

Words That Come From The Heart Are Never Spoken, They Get Caught In The Throat And Can Only Be Read In Ones's Eyes.

It Takes Little Or Nothing To Undo Reputations, The Merest Trifle Makes And Remakes Them, It Is Simply A Question Of Finding The Best Means Of Engaging The Confidence Or Interest Of Those Who Are To Become One's Unsuspecting Echoes Or Accomplices.

The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In My Whole Life Could Not Read Or Write. At Four O'clock In The Morning, When The Promise Of A New Day Still Lingered Over French Lands, He Got Up From His Pallet And Left For The Fields, Taking To Pasture The Half-dozen Pigs Whose Fertility Nourished Him And His Wife.

I Believe Myself To Be The Type Of Person Who Does Not Complicate His Life. I Have Always Lived My Life Without Dramatizing Things, Whether The Good Things That Have Happened To Me Or The Bad. I Simply Live Those Moments.

I Am The Same Person I Was Before Receiving The Nobel Prize. I Work With The Same Regularity, I Have Not Modified My Habits, I Have The Same Friends.