No cause justifies the deaths of innocent people.

No code of ethics and no effort are justifiable a priori in the face of the cruel mathematics that command our condition.

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

Obstinacy alone is not a virtue.

For the absurd man, it is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing. Everything begins with lucid indifference.

... it is true that I do not respect [human life] more than I respect my own life. And if it is easy for me to kill, that is because it is difficult for me to die.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.