I Grew Up With The Sea, And

Truth, Like Light, Blinds. Falsehood, On The Contrary, Is A Beautiful Twilight That Enhances Every Object.

Every Revolutionary Ends Up Either By Becoming An Oppressor Or A Heretic.

Truth Is Not A Virtue, But A Passion. It Is Never Charitable.

The More I Accuse Myself, The More Right I Have To Judge You. Even Better, I Make You Judge Yourself, Which Comforts Me The More.

To Me, Art Is Not A Solitary Delight. It Is A Means Of Stirring The Greatest Number Of Men By Providing Them With A Privileged Image Of Our Common Joys And Woes.