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.

Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible.

Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.

I like these people swarming on the sidewalks, wedged into a little space of houses and canals, hemmed in by fogs, cold lands, and the sea streaming like a wet wash. I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Thinking of the future, establishing aims for oneself, having preferences-all this presupposes a belief in freedom, even if one occasionally ascertains that one doesn't feel it.

Absurd- that is the light mind that establishes its own borders.