When You Are Forty, Half Of You

Men Create Real Miracles When They Use Their God-given Courage And Intelligence.

All Prisons Are Brimming Over With Innocence. It Is Those Who Cram Their Fellows Into Them, In The Name Of Empty Ideas, Who Are The Only Guilty Ones.

Obligations, Hatreds, Injuries; What Did I Expect My Memories To Be? I Was Forgetting Remorse. Now I Have A Complete Past.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.