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.
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.
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.
We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.
I know of only one duty, and that is to love.