Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Every man, and for stronger reasons, every artist, wants to be recognized. So do I.

Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.

Every time somebody speaks of my honesty, there is someone who quivers inside me.

Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.