I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.
Ah mon cher for anyone who is alone without God and without a master the weight of days is dreadful.
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as...
We used to wonder where war lived what it was that made it so vile. And now...
Truth like light blinds. Falsehood on the contrary is a beautiful...
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
