However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There

Poor Little Men, Poor Little Cocks! As Soon As They're Old Enough, They Swell Their Plumage To Be Conquerors. If They Only Knew That It's Enough To Be Just A Little Bit Wounded And Sad In Order To Obtain Everything Without Fighting For It.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life Shape.

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

With God, What Is Terrible Is That One Never Knows Whether It's Not Just A Trick Of The Devil.