It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.

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

The Only Immorality Is Not To Do What One Has To Do When One Has To Do It.

There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Keep Me From Being Happy.

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.