When You Are Forty, Half Of You

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

It Takes A Certain Courage And A Certain Greatness Even To Be Truly Base.

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