That pile of paper on his left side went on living like the watch on a dead soldier's wrist.

Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in …

I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me ano…

You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

A place in thy memory, dearest, Is all that I claim; To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name.

The whole Earth is the Sepulchre of famous men; and their story is not graven only on Stone over their native earth, but lives on far away, without visible sym…

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.