I Don't Want To Be

The Sahara Was A Spectacle As Alive As The Sea. The Tints Of The Dunes Changed According To The Time Of Day And The Angle Of The Light: Golden As Apricots From Far Off, When We Drove Close To Them They Turned To Freshly Made Butter; Behind Us They Grew Pink; From Sand To Rock, The Materials Of Which The Desert Was Made Varied As Much As Its Tints.

The Role Of A Retired Person Is No Longer To Possess One.

Each Of Us Is Responsible For Everything And To Every Human Being.

Society Cares For The Individual Only So Far As He Is Profitable.

I Cannot Be Angry At God, In Whom I Do Not Believe.