Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It

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

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

Have You Noticed That Life, With Murders And Catastrophes And Fabulous Inheritances, Happens Almost Exclusively In Newspapers?

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

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