I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.
I hope nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.
Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.
A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.