A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.

There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.