His own faith, however, was not lacking in virtues since it consisted in acknowledging obscurely that he would be granted much without ever deserving anything.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.

I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.

I continue to believe that this world has no ultimate meaning. But I know that something in it has a meaning and that is man, because he is the only creature to insist on having one

Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.