I had been right I was still right I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well lived it another. I had done this and I hadn t done that. I hadn t done this thing and I had done another. And so?

My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.

Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.

I knew a pure heart who refused tot be mistrustful.... He had written at his doorstep: "From wherever you are, enter and be welcome". Who do you think responded to this lovely invitation? The militia, who made themselves at home and gutted him.

I was absent at the moment I took up the most space.

I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.

Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.