Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

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.

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.

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.