In Love, One And One Are One.

Every Word Has Consequences. Every Silence, Too.

One Cannot Become A Saint When One Works Sixteen Hours A Day.

I Considered Calmly That I Was Born To Write.

Man Is Abandoned On Earth In The Midst Of His Infinite Responsibilities, Without Help, With No Aim But What He Sets Himself.

That God Does Not Exist, I Cannot Deny, That My Whole Being Cries Out For God I Cannot Forget.