There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

There are no just people - merely hearts more or less lacking in justice. Living at least allows us to discover this and to add to the sum of our actions a lit…

There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

There are no frontiers between the disciplines that man sets himself for understanding and loving. They interlock, and the same anxiety merges them.

Life on earth is a hand-to-hand mortal combat... between the law of love and the law of hate.

Every fool knoweth that hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Je l'ai trop aime pour ne le point hair!