Of course, true love is exceptional - two or three times a century, more or less. The rest of the time there is vanity or boredom.

The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.

The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude.

In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist.

History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.

I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.

Cruel irony, the poor man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.