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.

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.

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.

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.