Great Artists Have No Country.

Few Persons Enjoy Real Liberty; We Are All Slaves To Ideas Or Habits.

The Only Truth Is Love Beyond Reason.

The Mouth Keeps Silent To Hear The Heart Speak.

There Is No Worse Sorrow Than Remembering Happiness In The Day Of Sorrow.

Alas, Everything That Men Say To One Another Is Alike; The Ideas They Exchange Are Almost Always The Same, In Their Conversation. But Inside All Those Isolated Machines, What Hidden Recesses, What Secret Compartments! It Is An Entire World That Each One Carries Within Him, An Unknown World That Is Born And Dies In Silence! What Solitudes All These Human Bodies Are!